He fell to his knees; dropping is pure white wand on the dark, stone tiled floor of the great hall. The small CLANK! echoed the dark, gloomy, large hall. The pale, bony white man raised his long thin arms in the air and seemed to scream, although Donna couldn't hear anything besides the massive sounds of blood pounding in her ears. The man clenched his fists tightly, his face getting thinner by the second. Then, suddenly, the man's green robe and even darker cloak began to break into tiny particles which floated lifelessly through the air. Soon, all that was left was his raised hands and screaming, nose-less face, which too, in time, were torn apart and floated lifelessly in the open hall before disappearing completely into nothingness.

Suddenly, all went quiet-Silent. They all stared in amazement, some in horror, at the young man at the age of merely seventeen or eighteen, who was standing, pointing his wand at what was the screaming bony man. He himself seemed a little stunned yet, at the same time, proud and relieved. When Donna had managed to shake herself back to earth, she rushed over, like the majority of wizards and witches in the room, to everyone's hero, Harry Potter.

She realised she couldn't actually hug Harry in person, because of the giant swarm of people, but it felt good to at least feel like she was hugging him, the boy that had saved them all from the corrupt deeds in which the villainous wizard had committed. With Lord Voldemort dead and gone, she and her family, plus the entire wizard world could live in peace. As the blob of people began to pull away, she did also, watching the Death Eaters, the wicked follows or Lord Voldemort, flee from the castle if their clouds of black smoke. She walked away from the great hall, as she had no one to mourn for, so she decided to let the remaining mourn in peace.

She jogged up the gigantic moving staircases, dodging all the rubble and a few dead bodies, tying her long, ginger hair in a pink hair band she kept around her wrist. She began to pick up speed as she saw more rubble, in search for her Hufflepuff sister, hoping she was not engulfed or in fact suffocated by the rubble. She picked up more speed, faster and faster she ran, jumping over all the brick rubble that blocked her path. She sped up again, faster and faster until- CRASH! As she jumped, she knocked her foot of the rubble and flew over the old, ruined cream coloured brick railing that blocked off the massive fall from the stairs to the floor. She fell, half in shock to think and almost to keep away. In a quick, almost ninja-like way, Donna threw out her hands and bellowed,
"Arresto Momentum!"
As she reached the floor she halted in mind air, before being able to float to her feet safely. She leant against a wall and fell to her knees, crying for reasons even Donna did not know. She punched the large wall viciously and screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Don? Donna are you okay?" Asked a familiar voice from somewhere behind her. The voice was manly and low, yet soothing and still pretty young. She turned around instantly and saw her dark haired boyfriend standing in front of her, his face a little worried. His short, dark brown hair was still spiked, as usual, with places a little messy from the battle. His Gryffindor jumped was ripped and singed a little and his recent scar on his cheek seemed to be bleeding again. She remembered that scar, and a little guilt filled her insides. It was when they was in their Defence Against the Dark Arts class and she had refused to perform the Cruciatus Curse, a curse so vile it can torture someone until they shrivel up and die. She remembered the Death Eater, when they ruled the school, raising his wand to her and her wonderful, brave boyfriend stood up for her, taking the punishment for himself, hence the scar.
"Yeah," She replied, raising her hand at him to help her up. "I'm fine Finlay, honest- I just fell." Finlay helped her up to her feet and pulled her into his chest, hugging her in his big muscular arms.
"I can't find Diana-I think she is..." She cried into his chest. He soothed her, kissing her head and rubbing her back gently. His sweet "shhh" calmed her down.
"D is fine," he said, his chin resting on her head. "She was by trying to get into the Ravenclaw common rooms looking for you. I told her to get her stuff packed, ready to go. 'I'll find her,' I told her."
"Thank you so, so much," Donna replied, sobbing a tiny bit. She slowly pushed away from Finlay, holding his hands and looking up at him. "I love you," she said, tears scurrying down her face.
"And I, love you, Donna Higgins." He replied. Slowly, they stepped closer to each other again. He embraced her in his strong arms, leant in and whispered,
"Forever,"
"And ever," Donna finished. She kissed Finlay, like they were sharing their last ever kiss.