Red, yellow and green jets of light flew through the night mixed with yells of pain and mingled fury. In the midst of the battle three people were oblivious to all that was happening around them. They were totally absorbed with what they were doing. All filled to the brim with differing emotions unlike their comrades.
"No, no, please Hermione, please, still be alive!" Harry groaned, who was covered in blood and bruises. "She'll be, Okay! She's probably just knocked out," Ron tried to say confidently but his voice shook with fear.
Hermoine was sprawled on the ground a trickle of blood running down her face. Harry and Ron were standing above her looking down at her lifeless body.
"Such a pity that I had to kill her but I mean, I'm just such a good duellist it was inevitable," A drawling voice behind them said with mock sorrow.
Harry turned angrily and saw Draco Malfoy was walking towards them. "You!" Ron shouted at Malfoy.
With a glint in his eye Malfoy exclaimed, "Now, Now, Weasel-bee that's no way to talk to the most powerful wizard on this earth."
"No your not, Dumbledore is," Harry spat.
Malfoy piped happily, " But haven't you heard, Dumbledore's dead!"