Just a note that this prologue starts off during the second half of the Battle of Hogwarts, after Voldemort has brought Harry's body back to the castle and fighting recommences but this time it is from our protagonists points of view.
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UPDATED A/N: Hello again, I wanted to add some trigger warnings for anyone who needs them or doesn't want to read such things but there will be chapters in this story that references and describes things such as rape and torture as well as some general smutty-ness. I will attempt to add trigger warning into Author Notes in chapters that need them for anyone who may wish to skip over those parts but consider this a general PSA.
Hermione dove to the ground as a blinding flash of green moved through the space were her head had been only moments before and collided with the wall behind her. Pieces of stone showered down on her as the wild hair witch she had been fighting laughed and taunted
"Is that all you've got Mudblood?" Hermione looked up to see Bellatrix Lestrange advancing on her, wand draw and a twisted sneer on her face. Attempting to cast a shield around herself Hermione realized her wand had been knocked from her hand and was somewhere under the rubble. Hermione stared with fear in her eyes as Bellatrix raised her wand, aimed direct in between Hermione's eyes. Before Bellatrix could cast her next spell two jets of red light shot towards her back. Twisting just in time to cast a shield charm Bellatrix sneered at the newcomers
"If it isn't Potter's favourite blood-traitor" Hermione looked past the witch to see Ginny and Luna running towards Bellatrix and herself. "Your precious boyfriend isn't here to save you now Weasley."
Ginny screamed at Bellatrix's mention of Harry and fired curse after curse at the witch all of which Bellatrix deflected easily. Hermione struggled to dislodge herself from the rubble as she watched Luna and Ginny fight Bellatrix. She knew her friends were powerful witches, but they were no match for someone like Bellatrix. As Bellatrix danced through the curses flying towards her she continued to taunt Ginny
"Potter's dead now, Weasley." Bellatrix laughed manically "He begged for his life before the Dark Lord killed him. Little Potter wept for his mummy!"
Hermione scrambled through the rubble trying to find her wand so that she could join the fight again. She couldn't believe that Harry was really gone, but only ten minutes ago they had seen Harry's fragile lifeless body being carried by Hagrid up to the castle. Hermione hadn't wanted to believe it, she had thought maybe it was a trick but when she saw Harry's body she knew it was true. Her best friend and the boy who was meant to save them all was gone. Angrily she wiped a tear away from her eye. This isn't the time she thought. There was still hope and she knew they would never stop fighting. Harry may be gone but Neville had killed Nagini and Voldemort was mortal once more. Prophecy be damned, Hermione wasn't going to give up, death would be better than living under Voldemort's reign.
Finally, under a piece of stone Hermione found her wand and let out a sigh of relief that it wasn't broken. Hermione swung around and joined her friends against Bellatrix. Slowly the three of them gained the upper hand, Bellatrix stopped dancing between the curses, her face hardening as she deflected blows from all three angles. Hermione, Ginny and Luna advanced on Bellatrix attempting to stun her. Bellatrix's face contorted wildly and just as Hermione aimed Petrificus Totalus at the death eater, Bellatrix aimed her wand at Ginny screaming
"CRUCIATI MORTEM"
Bellatrix dropped like a stone as she was hit by Hermione's spell but there was no celebrating as Hermione watched in almost slow motion as a purple light from Bellatrix's wand flew towards Ginny. Hermione knew the spell Bellatrix had cast, she had witnessed it's use on a defenseless muggle when Bellatrix had been torturing her for information in Malfoy Manor. A hybrid of the killing curse and Cruciatus, the curse was designed by Bellatrix to inflict a most painful death. Hermione realized too late the red head didn't have time to deflect the curse which was aiming straight for her chest. The curse was only inches from Ginny when suddenly Hermione heard a familiar voice bellow
"PROTEGO!"
from across the room and Ginny was instantly surrounded by a blue shield. The killing curse deflected off the shield and hit a death eater who was sneaking up on Molly Weasley as the older witch had watched on in horror at her daughters near death. Ginny, Luna and Molly all looked horrified as the death eater writhed in pain on floor, blood seeping slowly out of his mouth as the twitching came to a stop.
Hermione wasn't watching the death eater, instead her eyes were scanning the Great hall, searching for something. She knew that voice, after spending almost ten months cramped in a tent with it she would recognise that voice anywhere.
"Harry" she whispered as she spotted what she had been looking for, a slight glimmer in the light. Barely visible but to someone who knew what to look for an invisibility clock could be detected as it moved. Hermione's hand clenched tightly around her wand as she silently prayed she wasn't wrong. Ginny appeared by Hermione's side just as another death eater stepped in front of them. Together the witches quickly dispatched of him and Ginny gripped Hermione's hand
"Hermione, that voice. You don't think?" Hermione could hear the confusion and hope in her best friend's voice. Hermione nodded
"I know, Gin. I heard him too" she scanned the Great Hall again and spotted the glimmer of the invisibility clock moving towards the center of the battle. "There!" she pointed, and Ginny frowned
"I don't understand. I can't see hi-"
Suddenly Ginny gasped as the two girls watched Harry rip off his invisibility cloak and appear only meters away from Voldemort. The Dark Lord's hiss and cry of
"POTTER" caused all the fighters across the Great Hall to pause and look over. A whispering cry of "He's alive! Harry Potter is alive!" swept through the hall and almost all the fighting fell to a stand still as Voldemort and Harry started circling each other. Loudly Hermione heard Harry call
"I don't want anyone else to try to help. It's got to be like this. It's got to be me."
Part of Hermione wanted to call Harry an idiot and join in the fight but in the back of her mind she knew the boy-who-lived was right. This was it. The prophecy was about to be completed and everyone in the Great Hall waited with baited breath to see the future of the wizarding world unfold before them.
Harry and Voldemort continued to circle each other with wands drawn. Hermione could see them talking but couldn't make out any of the words from where she stood. Suddenly the sun dawned, and golden sunlight streamed in through the windows of the Great Hall shinning brightly on the two men facing off as they simultaneously bellowed
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Expelliarmus!"
Voldemort's green spell met with the red of Harry's, but Hermione saw no more as a blinding blast of golden power threw her into the air landing over a meter away on the hard ground of the Great Hall. Ginny landed next to her with a heavy grunt. Groaning, both witches heaved themselves back to their feet attempting to see what had happened.
There in the middle of the Great Hall Harry Potter stood in a great ring of dying flames, two wands gripped in his hand and the pale unremarkable body of Tom Riddle lay at his feet.
Hermione blinked. She stared at the scene again. Voldemort was dead. She couldn't believe it, they had finally won. The prophecy had been fulfilled and her best friend was looking towards her from across the Hall, the same look of shock printed on his face.
Slowly others around the hall began to sit up again viewing the scene before them. Many of the students and families were hugging each other in relief while members of the Order fought and bound as many of the remaining Death Eaters as they could.
Hermione and Ginny walked towards Harry and from across the hall Hermione could see Ron running towards them. The four friends stood silently in front of each other for a few seconds before embracing each other in a group hug. Covered in dust and all of them bleeding from various places they lent on each other as Ron whispered
"You did it, mate. You really did it."
Harry and others pulled apart from each other and the Chosen one laughed at his tall, red headed friend
"Always the tone of surprise, Ronald."
Hermione surveyed the Great Hall around them. Many injured and dead could be seen scattered around, some had already been lined up along the back wall protected from the fighting behind the overturned and spell-scorched tables they had once dined at. Madam Pomfrey, no longer defending the wounded from death eaters, had begun healing the worst off. She recognized many faces of those still standing, including one boy standing near them staring at Harry with renewed awe.
"Colin Creevey" Hermione crossed her arms in front of her, looking eerily like Professor McGonagall as she admonished the boy in front of her "What are you doing here? All the under aged wizards where escorted to safety!"
Colin grinned at Hermione
"I snuck back through the tunnels" he said proudly "There was no way I was going to miss this." Pumping his fist in the air he proudly yelling
"Dumbledore's Ar-" before Colin could finish a purple curse hit him in the chest. The young Gryffindor was convulsing, and blood streamed out of his nose before his body even hit the floor.
"NOOO" yelled Harry.
The chosen one drove to Colin's side grabbing at the young boy's hand. It was too late to save him, Hermione realized as Colin looked into Harry's eyes and wheezed out
"Please… look after…. Dennis" with a final cough of blood that sprayed a fine mist of blood over Harry Colin's eyes dulled and his hand fell back to his side.
Hermione watched over the two in shock. As blood ran down Colin's cheek and Harry gave a sob Hermione could feel a burning sense of rage building in her chest. But we won she thought There aren't meant to be anymore deaths.
The sound of explosions and fighting had recommenced behind her, and Hermione turned to watch Bellatrix Lestrange aiming curse after curse at Professor McGonagall and Kingsley Shacklebolt. Despite the prowess of the two Order members Bellatrix was beating them back, she appeared almost feral in her fighting. Black hair whipped across her face as she screamed every curse at almost lightning speed, bolts of coloured light flashing across the Hall as McGonagall and Shacklebolt deflected the blows careful as to not hit any innocent bystanders. Hermione saw that Bellatrix's eyes kept darting back to the lifeless body of Voldemort and realized the death eater was pushing the fight towards her master.
With a spell Hermione didn't recognize Bellatrix knocked both McGonagall and Shacklebolt to ground and before they could recover the death eater sprinted towards Voldemort's body. Even though she knew that he could never come back, and his body meant little now Hermione wasn't about to let Bellatrix escape with her master's corpse.
Over my dead body she thought as rage coursed through her veins. The curved walnut wand seemed to hum in her hand, briefly glancing down at it she remembered she was fighting with Bellatrix's own wand. As the rage in Hermione built the wand seemed to hum happily, responding to emotions it had known so well in its previous master. Aiming the wand at Bellatrix as she ran desperately to her master, Hermione growled
"Flipendo"
Bellatrix was thrown through the air hitting the half-destroyed wall of the Great Hall and landing with a painful thud. Seemingly, the walnut wand thrived on the rage coursing through Hermione's body. While she had been capable of producing decent spells fighting for her life earlier, the dark emotions swirling through her now had produced such a strong curse Hermione was temporarily shocked at her own magic. It appeared, with this wand at least, the darker the intentions the more powerful the spell. No wonder Bellatrix was such as powerful fighter grimaced Hermione to herself.
Bellatrix grimaced as she dragged herself out of the rubble of the Great Hall, eyeing Hermione carefully then glancing to her master's body. Bellatrix's self-preservation appeared to win out against her loyalty as the death eater glanced behind her at the gaping hole in the wall. Hermione realized Bellatrix's plan at the same time the death eater leapt towards the hole. Without a second thought Hermione started running, she couldn't let her get away. As Hermione reached the hole she heard Ron shout behind her
"Hermione, no!"
But she was almost blinded by rage at this point. There was no way she could let Bellatrix get away now, not after she had killed Colin. Leaping through the large hole after Bellatrix she looked around, trying to work out which was the witch had gone. Looking down the corridor to the left she realized the main entrance to the Great Hall had been blocked by a fallen staircase, she sprinted off down to the right trying to catch up with the witch.
As Hermione neared another turn she noticed the pounding of her feet was echoing down the corridor, Bellatrix would hear her coming from a mile away. Silently cursing herself, Hermione ducked into an alcove and cast a silencing charm on her feet. Just as she was about to continue on her hunt she heard Bellatrix's voice yell
"Bombarda Maximus!"
Hermione had just enough time to cast a shield charm over the entry way of the alcove as the walls across from her and the wall to the Great Hall, exploded with such force the whole castle shook. Huge chunks of stone rained down in front of her, bouncing off her shield charm. The stone of the alcove around her groaned and Hermione prayed they would withstand the onslaught. Finally, the dust began to clear and Hermione peaked out from the alcove. Half the walls around her had crumbled and she gasped as she realized the gap in the wall she had left the Great Hall and the only exit out had been demolished with rubble piling high up to the cracked roof. Everyone inside the Great Hall was now trapped and Hermione desperately hoped no one inside had been hurt by the explosion.
Hermione climbed over the rubble and saw that her small alcove was relatively unscathed compared to the rest of the wall. Momentarily Hermione thought back to when she was 9 and her primary teacher had assigned them a project about natural disasters. Hermione, being the studious child she was, had begged her father to practice earthquake drills with her. All weekend her father would periodically yell "Earthquake!" and Hermione would run to the nearest door way- the place where her research had told her she was most safe. Hermione's sad smile faded as she remembered her father was in Australia now and had no memories of that weekend or his daughter.
Hermione gripped the dark wand in her hand. She had to find Bellatrix before she escaped.
Draco's grey eyes flickered as he regained consciousness. At first he didn't know where he was, his brain whirred trying to piece back the nights events. Draco was hidden in a small opening behind a tapestry holding his broken ribs, his long legs tucked ungracefully to his chest in an attempt to fit into the small space. Blood dripped off his lip from where the Weasel had punched him in the face earlier and landed on the pale skin of his hand. Two of his fingers where bent out at an angle and he lifted the wand his mother had lent him and whispered
"Episkey"
Draco hissed in pain as his fingers snapped back in place. But the pain in his fingers was nothing compared to the burning on his left arm. Gently pulling back the sleeve of his robe he looked at the dark mark on his arm. The snake moved angrily across his skin and flicked its tongue at him in disgust. It had been this way for hours now and Draco knew what it meant, he was disgraced as a Death Eater and his life was forfeit.
Draco didn't care about his status as a death eater, he had never really wanted to get the damn mark in the first place but after his father's disgrace in the Ministry in fifth year offering his only son seemed Lucius' best chance at survival. Lucius Malfoy was as Slytherin as they came, his survival came first no matter the consequences. Two years ago, Draco had still been desperate to prove himself to his father and had agreed to the plan. Of course, as Draco's want to prove himself to Lucius had dwindled the Dark's Lords threats on his mother had helped keep him in check.
Shoving this sleeve back over the Dark mark Draco wondered if his mother was dead yet. Maybe the Dark Lord would wait until after the battle to dispose of her, maybe there was still time for her to escape. Draco doubted either of them would survive this battle, and if the Dark Lord won he wondered if he would even want to.
Suddenly the dark mark on Draco's burned, even more so that before. A searing pain that seemed to travel up his arm and tried to split his skull open. Draco gripped his arm with one hand and clutched his forehead with the other.
"Fuck!" he moaned. Biting his lip, Draco tasted his own blood until the pain in his arm dwindled enough for his to pull back his sleeve and stare at the now immobile mark. Carefully, Draco prodded the snake, it didn't react. Prodding it again, this time with his wand, Draco wondered what the hell could have happened. The Dark mark was infused with Voldemort's dark magic, If the magic is gone… Draco thought Could that mean the Dark Lord is defeated? Draco snorted, not allowing himself the hope that Saint Potter could have really won.
Draco's thoughts were rudely interrupted by a deafening explosion somewhere within the castle. The walls shook, and he could hear the structure of the castle weaken around him. Something had definitely happened down in the Great Hall. Draco let out a shaky breath, he had given himself long enough to rest. He needed to get out of there and face the world, or what ever was left of it.
Lifting the tapestry Draco dragged his battered body out of the nook, stood to his full height and strode down the corridor looking as cocky as any respectable Malfoy should. Seeing the crumpled form of Alecto Carrow his lip curled into a sneer and he kicked her arm out of the way as he walked by.
Drawing his mothers' wand from his robes Draco cast a silencing spell on his feet and held his wand in front of him as he silently stalked down the corridor towards the staircase.
Silently taking two steps at a time Draco descended reaching the first-floor corridor and paused. In the distance Draco though he heard the echoing of his Aunt Bellatrix's manic laughter. A shiver ran up his spine and he prayed his ears where just playing tricks on him. Gripping his wand tighter Draco continued down the first-floor corridor.
Draco raised his wand carefully as he neared the corner but not hearing anything or anyone in the vicinity he continued quickly until
"-Ouff" Something hard connected with Draco's chest forcing him to take a step back. Looking down the first thing he saw was a mess of dark hair, thinking he had running headlong into the aunt he was so very much trying to avoid Draco's wand flew up just as the dark crooked wand of his aunt flew into his face.
Draco's lip curled, and he was about to send a curse into the face of his attacker when a voice far too soft to be his aunts hissed
"Malfoy" Draco's eyes flicked away from the wand in his face to finally focus on the brown eyes of Hermione Granger.
"Granger" he growled. Draco remembered that Potter had taken Bellatrix's wand from the Manor at Easter. Still he was surprised that Granger was using a wand that had previously been used to torture herself and many others.
Draco and Hermione stood less than a meter apart with wands aimed at each other's faces, staring in shock. Draco saw Hermione's wand hand twitch, as if unsure whether to lower it or send a curse directly into his face. He had no interest in facing off with the Gryffindor princess at that moment, knowing that he was probably to weak to win and his best chance of survival was to just get out of Hogwarts as fast as he possibly could.
Draco lowered his wand hoping that Granger would follow suit. After a few seconds of hesitation, she did.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" she hissed at him in a low voice. Draco sneered down at the bushy haired girl
"I don't have to explain myself to you Granger. Now get out of my way." Draco went to side step around her, but Hermione pulled her wand up again aiming it at his chest.
"Give me one good reason I shouldn't hex you right now, Malfoy."
Draco huffed in annoyance, the blasted witch never knew when to keep her nose out of other peoples' business, why had he expected her to start now. Leaning forward and glaring down at her Draco opened his mouth but before he could respond he heard footsteps coming down the stairs behind him. Glancing behind him he was a flick of blond hair he recognised, and his heart pounded furiously in his chest.
Before she could stop him Draco roughly grabbed Hermione by the shoulder and shoved her through the open doorway of a classroom next to the them. She went to squawk in protest, but he covered her mouth with his hand and leaning closer to her he hissed
"Shut up if you know what's good for you Granger"
Hermione glared at him for a moment until she too heard the footsteps coming closer. She gave the smallest nod and tapping herself on her head she cast a Disillusion charm. Draco watched as the girl seemed to disappear into the background.
Turning to look down the corridor Draco saw the tall, graceful figure of his mother Narcissa Malfoy reach the bottom of the stairs. Looking down the corridor she spotted her son and let out an anguished cry
"Draco!"
Narcissa quickly walked down the corridor to Draco, whom closed the space between them with a few quick strides and the blond-haired woman embraced her only son with tears running down her cheeks.
"Draco, I've been looked for you everywhere." Narcissa patted down Draco's hair like she had when he was a young boy. Draco's heart felt like it was in his throat
"Mother, I thought…" His voice cracked "I thought you must be dead"
Narcissa gripped Draco's face gently between her two hands, something she hadn't done since he was a young boy.
"Draco, my boy. I could never leave you." Narcissa's eyes shone with tears again, Draco couldn't help but be shocked by her tears. He had rarely seen his mother cry through out his life, even in the last few years Narcissa had always maintained her cold disposition.
Narcissa's nails dung into Draco's cheeks as she urgently whispered
"We need to get out of here Draco. We are leaving and never coming back"
Draco stared at his mother with his mouth open. Taking a step back out of her hands he said
"But Mother, what about father? What about-"
Narcissa's face darkened as she cut him off by spitting
"Fuck him, Draco." Draco's eyes widened even further as she continued "For years I have followed your father Draco and look what it has gotten us, nothing but torture and humiliation. No Draco, we are leaving your father and his obsession with the Dark Lord behind"
Draco had never heard his mother say a word against his father and here she was denouncing him and the Dark Lord openly. If Narcissa had prided herself on one thing over the years it was her loyalty to the family name, but Draco couldn't help but wonder how he could have missed such defiance and rebellion she had been hiding over the years.
Draco snapped his mouth closed and for the first time he contemplated whether they could really do it. For the past year Draco had followed the Dark Lords commands to ensure his mother wasn't punished or killed in his stead and now here she was offering an escape. But Draco frowned, it wouldn't be that easy, they would be hunted by the Dark Lord no matter where they went.
Draco was about to reply to his mother when he heard a noise from the stairs. Looking past his mother he heard the noises again, a heavy breathing accompanied by a psychotic giggle. Narcissa heard it too this time and whipped around just in time to see her dark hair sister emerge from around the corner.
"You dare" Bellatrix hissed at them, "You dare speak against the Lord"
Bellatrix was partially hunched over, obviously in pain, yet she continued her psychotic chuckling between panting breaths. With a wand in one hand she slowly stalked towards them
"My own sister." Bellatrix sneered at Narcissa who involuntarily flinched
"Bella, please." Narcissa spoke in a pleading voice "He is my only son"
Draco's wand hand twitched slowly raising his wand toward his aunt whose sole focus was on her sister.
"Then you should have been proud for him to serve the Dark Lord!" Screamed Bellatrix aiming her wand at Narcissa's chest.
Suddenly Bellatrix grabbed at her head with one hand, the other still pointed directly at Narcissa, and shrieked
"Gone. Gone. My Lord. Please." Bellatrix moaned pitifully, a noise Draco had never heard his Aunt make before.
Draco exchanged worried glances with his mother. Aunt Bella had always been unbalanced, if not before then definitely after years in Azkaban, but now she seemed to have gone over the edge. Something seemed to have broken his aunt and he dreaded to think was she could do if provoked.
Narcissa seemed to realise the same thing as she attempted to soothingly ask her sister
"Bella. What is gone, Bella?"
Fury flashed Bellatrix's face as she looked back at her sister and Draco lifted his wand a little higher in case she decided to attack. Bellatrix sneered at Narcissa as if brought back to the present
"You are not loyal, Cissy. My own sister!" Bellatrix spat on the floor between them and seemed like she was about to continue when her dark eyes flickered to something behind them.
"MUDBLOOD!" Bellatrix roared.
Draco glanced behind them to see Hermione's disillusion charm beginning to fade, the girls body becoming obvious from where she was standing pressed up against the door of the classroom. Draco cursed himself under his breath, he had forgotten she was there and now the daft witch had gotten herself spotted.
Hermione was holding the dark walnut wand by her side but before she could react Bellatrix had spotted it
"That is my wand you little Mudblood whore!" Bellatrix's whole face was contorted with rage as she screamed
"Expelliarmus!"
The wand flew out of Hermione's hand and Bellatrix caught it mid-air looking at the piece of wood with such fondness. The fondness was gone though, as Bellatrix looked back at Hermione who was now trapped in a corridor, unarmed with the death eater. As Bellatrix spat
"I'm going to enjoy this you little Mudblood bitch" Hermione's soft brown eyes met Draco's hard grey eyes.
"CRUCIATI MORTEM" yelled Bellatrix, aiming her reclaimed wand directly at Hermione. Before Draco knew what he was doing, he had yelled
"NO!" and a blue shield sprang up between in the corridor protecting Draco and Hermione from the curse.
Unfortunately, Narcissa who had been standing much closer to Bellatrix was not protected by Draco's powerful shield and as the spell repelled over the two witches. Bellatrix was not harmed by the curse due to it being cast by her own wand but instead was thrown backwards by its power.
Draco look on in horror as the spell washed through his mother and she began trembling. The shield dropped, and Draco gave a garbled cry as he stepped forward and caught his mother as she fell. Narcissa convulsed in his arms and blood began pooling at the edge of her mouth as she reached up and touched her sons face gently with her pale hand. It dropped to her chest as she gave one last garbled breath.
Draco clutched his mother to him, not noticing the blood coating his shirt. A hand touched his shoulder and he flinched
"Draco" He looked up to see Hermione pulling at his shoulder "Draco we need to go!"
He glared defiantly at her. If she wanted to leave she could, but there was something he need to do first.
Draco shook her hand off his shoulder as he stood and reached into his robes he drew a wand out and shoving it into Hermione's hands almost making her fall back in surprise.
"Run if you want Granger. Or help me kill this bitch." Draco turned away from Hermione, not caring if she stayed or fled back the safety of her friends.
Draco pulled his mother's wand out of his pocket as Bellatrix was gaining her footing down the corridor and gaping at the body of her sister lying still on the floor.
"Look what you've done now, Draco" Bellatrix crowed "Killed mummy did we?" A giggle slipped out of Bellatrix's lips as she looked at her dead sister.
Draco glared at his Aunt. This wasn't his fault he thought, this was her doing.
"CRUCIO" Draco yelled aiming the curse at his aunt, but she leapt out of the way at the last moment.
Bellatrix responded with a curse of her own, but a blue shield appeared in front of Draco deflecting the curse before he had time to cast his own. Looking next to him Draco saw Hermione with the wand he had given her drawn and a look for furious determination on her face. Hermione shot a stunning spell at Bellatrix as the witch hurled insults at Draco
"Look Draco, you've got yourself a little Mudblood girlfriend!" Bellatrix cackled. Draco sneered at his Aunt, but it was Hermione who responded
"And where is your boyfriend Bellatrix? Oh yeah Harry defeated him, didn't he?"
Bellatrix screamed profanities at Hermione, but the Gryffindor ignored them and fired multiple stunning spelled down the corridor. Draco couldn't help but pause and stare at Hermione in shock. Was it really true? Did Potter actually defeat the dark lord?
One of the Hermione's spell grazed the cheek of Bellatrix who looked like she was being to realise she was going to lose this fight if she wasn't careful. Turning her heel Bellatrix fled down the corridor firing curses over her back. Draco was pulled back to reality as Hermione yelled
"Draco!" at him and took off down the corridor after Bellatrix. Bellatrix rounded the corner, but Hermione and Draco were only a few paces behind her. Draco's long legs had helped him catch up quickly despite Hermione's head start. Just as they reached the corner Draco heard Bellatrix scream
"CONFRINGO"
Draco knew he didn't have time to warn Hermione, instead he instinctively reached out and grabbed the witch pulling her towards his chest and wrapping his arms around to make sure she was well inside the silent bubble shield her cast around them.
The explosion from the Confringo curse Bellatrix had cast was extremely strong, blowing out the windows and scorching the walls of the castle. Draco's shield protected them from most of the damage, but the power of the spell still threw them across the corridor and slammed them into the wall.
By the time Bellatrix Lestrange had leapt from the first-floor window into the empty courtyard to make her escape both Draco and Hermione were unconscious.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this version of the Battle of Hogwarts! If you did please leave a review, it means a lot to us writers and without them we have no idea if you guys actually like our writing or if it is just absolute drivel. I finally finished Beta-ing this around 5.30am so I apologize if there are any spelling or grammatical errors, I will try and fix any that I see as I go along.
I am aiming to have the next chapter up within the next 2 weeks, it probably wont be as long as this prologue but I definitely will try and keep my chapters a decent length.
Lexi.