Draco Malfoy was crying.

His eyes flooded with tears as he saw the dead body held in Hagrid's arms. The Dark Lord walked onto the battlefield, Death Eaters walking proudly behind him.

"Who is that," he distantly heard the familiar female redheaded Weasley ask, "that Hagrid's carrying? Neville, who is that!"

Draco glanced helplessly at his parents.

Narcissa's face was emotionless. Her husband, Lucius, wore a solemn expression, lips pressed into a tight, thin line.

The Dark Lord cackled.

"Harry Potter is dead!" He announced cheerfully.

"No… No!" Ginny shrieked.

"Silence," he hissed, "Stupid girl. Harry Potter… is dead. From this day forward, you put your faith… in me."

Professor McGonagall's eyes watered, and so did everyone behind her. Draco had already shed a few tears. The Weasleys and Hermione, were silently sobbing.

Lord Voldemort turned around to face his loyal followers.

"Harry Potter is dead!" he shouted.

The Death Eaters laughed in triumph, including Lucius. Draco's mother, though, attained a blank face. He-Must-Who-Not-Be-Named continued his gleeful rambling.

"Yes," he hissed happily, "And now is the time to declare yourself." Spreading his arms out wide and grinning evilly, he continued, "Come forward, and join us!"

The atmosphere grew quiet as the people on the Light side hung their heads in grief. Draco looked up and connected eyes at his father's. Lucius narrowed at him and growled, "Draco!"

Everyone's heads turned to face the youngest Malfoy.

"Come," his father beckoned softly.

A tense silence flooded the air. Draco recalled how Harry had saved him in the Fiendfyre when he could have flew away on his newfound broomstick. Instead, the Boy-Who-Lived decided to risk his life to save his enemy.

His enemy no longer.

Draco cleared his throat and opened his closed eyes. "No," he said calmly.

Lucius' and Narcissa's eyes widened in disbelieving betrayal. Harry chose that moment to leap out of Hagrid's arms, shouting, "Confringo!" at Lord Voldemort's familiar, Nagini.

Draco yelled in happy triumph. Harry… he was alive.

Every member of the people on the Light let out short gasps while Harry's close friends burst out crying joyfully. Including Draco, they all ran back into the wards of Hogwarts. Death Eaters shrieked in anger and fled, Disapparating away.

Meanwhile, Harry was dodging the deadly flames Voldemort was shooting at him with ease. He leaped from stone to stone and reunited with his school. Harry scanned the crowd of people on his side, and his eyes locked with Draco's.

In truth, he hadn't expected Draco to choose his side.

But he did.

He walked up to Draco slowly until they were so close that their noses were nearly touching.

"Thank you," he whispered and turned away before the blonde boy could respond. He left to go fight Voldemort.

Draco's eyes were on him the whole time.

Hermione and Ron held each other tightly, eyes squeezed shut in fear. Nagini was going to kill them. She slithered closer, and closer, and closer…

Whoosh! The sound of a sword cutting clean through flesh echoed about the pillars and ruins around them.

The couple opened their eyes to find Neville breathing heavily, smiling at them. He'd killed Nagini.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Harry gripped his wand tightly as the red light beaming from his wand connected forcefully with the deadly green erupting from Voldemort's.

Then the Dark Lord's wand flew out of his hand. Slowly, the pale skinned man burst into small pieces, his remains floating up and into the air far above Harry.

The Light had won.