(A/N: This is the second part to my two part fic. I won't be writing them as fast as I would like to because I am busy with some other stuff but I will update as recently as possible. I hope you will enjoy it. And remember to R&R!)

Chapter One: Noxi

The wind blew gently outside of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A lone wolf howled in the distance. A violet bird sang softly as it soared high above the ground. A young boy sat crying, tears streaming down his face. In front of him laid the dead. Among him stood living. The fires from lighted candles and torches danced in his gleaming eyes. He stared at it, mourning for his loved ones. The ones that had laid down their lives to save his.

He could hear a few hiccupping cries and some sobs from his friends. He turned away and found Neville Longbottom walking up towards him. Tears, too, were coming down his cheeks. As Neville passed him, Harry Potter placed his shaking hand on Neville to comfort his loyal friend. He turned to look at the bodies that laid in a straight row, with white blankets covering up to their necks.

Lying there respectively from his left were Professor Flitwick, Luna Lovegood, Seamus Finnegan, Mad-Eye Moody, Jordan Lee, Lavender Brown, and still others. Harry took in one long deep breath as he looked at the face of Nymphadora Tonks for one last time. It was not firm or lifeless, but happy and peaceful. She had died protecting someone she loved. Protecting Harry. They all did. And for that, he would never forgive himself. Never. He felt something dark enveloping him, something squeezing his very being. Something that felt far worse and more suffocating the apparition itself. Harry couldn't bare to face them, he turned to go back into the school.

He made his way up to the hospital wing. There were many people lying there, moaning from excruciating pain. He found Hermione Granger standing over the bed of Harry's best friend, Ronald Weasly. He looked a lot better then he did before, his eyes not as swollen, his bleeding stopped, his lips were in a form of a smile.

"Harry—" Hermione said in a soft tired voice. "How are you?"

"I'm great," said Harry. He couldn't help but add a slight tone of annoyance in it.

"That's good." She said staring straight at his radiant blue eyes.

"Yeah," Harry said almost in a whisper, "it's great—"

"Glad you're alright, mate!" coughed Ron pushing himself up.

"You lay back down, Ronald Weasley!" yelled Hermione. Ron stared wide-eyed at her, the slouched back down.

"Yes, mother—" he said in a low whisper.

"I heard that!" she snapped. Ron smiled and so did she. But then, once again, like a million needles stabbing at their aching hearts, they remembered the people that had died. Both of their grins turned to grimaces. From the corner of his eyes Harry could see Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Fred and George making their way towards them. He turned quickly to find that Ginny had nothing more then a single, small scratch on her beautiful face.

"You alright?" Harry asked in a voice he didn't recognize.

"Great." Smiled Ginny.

"Good," he said nodding his head and avoiding everyone's stares. Mrs. Weasley was kissing Ron so much that he was squirming in his bed. Everyone was laughing, but he knew, as they all did, that they were hollow laughs.

"Glad your alright too, mum! Calm down!" Said Ron dodging another kiss.

"Neville's taking it pretty hard." Said Ginny frowning so much that it looked like it hurt.

"Can't believe Luna's gone." Said Hermione. Harry had forgotten—Luna was dead. Luna. He closed his eyes as the real pain finally hit him. He was never going to see them again.

"Its just—not fair." Said Ginny. "Why does Voldemort—get away with killing all these people. WHY?" With an angry stomp of her the room light up with so such sparks and radiance that everyone had to cover their eyes.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron yelled looking baffled at his little sister.

"I—" Ginny was staring at Harry, not knowing herself what she had done. Mrs. Weasley was eyeing her suspiciously.

"Have you been taking those Magic Enhancers? That would explain how you beat that Death Eater in a one on one duel just now. She's a full-grown witch and you're just a fifth year! Have you been using them?"

"Magic what?" Harry asked.

"Magic Enhancers." Smiled Fred. "We cooked up some ourselves, didn't we, George?"

"Sort of," said George who didn't look at all as cheerful as Fred, "it had side effects. Really bad ones."

"So have you?" demanded Mrs. Weasley, still eyeing Ginny.

"NO, mom!" Ginny said looking at Harry, pleading for help. Harry shrugged and looked at Fred.

"Naw," said Fred to Mrs. Weasley. "I'm sure she didn't use them. Cause they don't make you do magic with stomping of the feet—hey that gives me an idea—" and Fred went off mumbling something to George who seemed to brighten up when Fred told him his idea.

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The school was fixed in no time, but classes did not resume. Hogwarts was to close down until the following school year. Ron was quickly released from the hospital and the three of them began discussing plans.

"I don't know what to do." Said Harry frowning. "Just—we don't know where Voldemort is. We don't know how to kill him. I just—don't know anything." There was a long silence. "And there's so many people missing—"

"I wonder what happened to Hagrid—" said Hermione.

"And Professor Dumbledore—" added Ron. The three of them looked at each other in complete silence. There was nothing for them to do but sit around and wait for the Order's next move. In the distant Harry could see Malfoy standing stupidly, looking at Kingsley and some of the other members taking his father away. The boy looked stunned, his face paler then it ever had been, his chin pointier then a needle. His eyes were half closed as he turned his head lazily to look at Harry.

"Potter—" he said in an almost ashamed voice.

"Malfoy—" the two stared at each other in silence, Malfoy with uncertainty prancing in his eyes.

"I'll see you around—" he turned and strode off as Harry gazed after him.

"What's gotten into him?" Ron asked looking astonished. "Change of personality?"

"Dunno—" said Harry who was still gazing at the direction in which Malfoy had gone.

"So what next?" asked Ron with a heavy sigh.

"I'm going to go take down as many of those Death Eaters as I can. I'm going to hunt each one of them down until I finally get to Voldemort."

"And that Bellatrix—" added Hermione, who looked angrier then Harry had ever seen her.

"And Bellatrix—" Harry said. The name burned him inside like an open fire, charring his blistered heart. Neville was walking silently with Dean Thomas, Pavarti Patil, and Cho Chang towards them. They stood in front of him, all their faces scared and grave.

"We're going to do whatever it takes to help you, Harry." Said Neville. "All of us." Harry looked at each one of their faces with a gratitude he couldn't begin to describe. They had stuck with him, through thick and thin. Through death itself. Harry nodded without thinking. Then realizing that they were expecting him to say something he sat up a little straighter.

"The three of us are going to find and hunt down Death Eaters. We're going to defeat everyone of them until we face Voldemort." Neville nodded, his eyes still red from tears, his body still shaking from fright. Pavarti wasn't looking at Harry, she was looking at the ground with such sadness that Harry found himself guiltier then he ever felt. She had lost her boyfriend—Seamus, who also happened to be Dean's best friend. With nothing better to do, Harry stared blankly at his feet. "We can't do anything till after I turn eighteen though—" he said hitting his thigh, which felt like cold hard stone.

"So what happens from now till then?" Cho asked.

"We wait—"

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A large rock flew and hit gently against an old oak tree. It bounced back a few feet and then fell to the floor with a small thud. The tree was tall and most of its branches were withered and dying. Up high sat a blue bird, his magnificent wings outstretched. Another rock came towards it, faster then the other, and the bird took flight, soaring down towards the little girl that had thrown the rock, and then swooping upwards and away. The eleven-year-old girl sat with a nasty grin on her face, her pink nose wiggling back and forth.

Behind her was a grand house, with its many red-bricked chimneys shooting upwards. The fresh looking yellow paint reflected the beating sun, but the dark wooden doors seemed to absorb it. There were many large windows with large royal red curtains within. The girl, however, took no notice of its grandeur. She was having too much fun, throwing rocks at birds, chasing rabbits and making them turn into rats. From behind her, the giant wooden doors of the mansion opened to reveal a woman that looked nothing like her.

"Noxi!" she said but the girl paid no attention to her. "Noxi!" she yelled again. The little girl turned and looked angrily at her mother.

"What?" she hissed, fire gleaming in her large eyes. Her golden hair was shining brightly, as her long hollow face cringed.

"Get inside!" said the woman, her arms on her hips.

"No! I'm having fun!" she said turning away again. There was a black cat scratching its long, sharp nails against the bark of the tree and Noxi smiled wide with a menacing stare. But before she could do anything, a green flash of light passed right by her and hit the cat. It was shot backwards and laid motionless. Noxi turned around sharply and placed her arms on her thin hips.

"Why did you do that for?" she growled, tears forming in her eyes. "I was going to have fun with it!"

"You have had enough fun. Don't make me use magic on you!" her mother's wand was pointed at her, and the girl's eyes seemed to widen with fright. She bowed her little head and stomped into the giant house, mumbling curses under her breath.

The inside of the house was even more magnificent then the outside. It was bright with candles and lamps. There were stairs that went up so high that Noxi couldn't even see it. The floor was matted with brown carpet, and the kitchen was large. There sat a long glass table in the middle of the dinning room and a large wooden drawer in the living room with fluffy cushioned coaches and a large mirror that showed the reflection of the little girl. Noxi did not look impressed at this, but stomped her way into her room. She went up two flight of stairs and turned left to find her brother, Draco Malfoy, standing with his arms crossed.

"Haven't been giving mother a bad time again have you?" he said in a commanding voice.

"What's it matter to you, Draco!" she hissed sticking out her tiny pink tongue.

"It matters," yelled Draco, "because she's been through enough! Stop being childish!"

"When have you given her a good time? You've been more then trouble, big brother! Don't go around and tell me what I'm doing wrong!"

"Those were different times!" he hissed angrily. "This is no time to be giving her more things to worry about! If you haven't noticed—father's back in Azkaban!"

"That's cause he's weak!" she cried folding her arms over her chest. "He couldn't defeat old McGonagall!"

"Don't talk about our father like that!"

"I'll talk about him anyway I want!" she glared at him with rage, her eyes flaming up again. "Now if you don't mind I'm going into my room to play!" She stomped past him and opened her door, which revealed a round pink room, filled with walking dolls and flying toys. There was also a large brown dog that laid in the middle of the room.

"You spoiled little brat!" spat Malfoy.

"Right," Noxi said rolling her eyes, "and you arn't."

"Would you stop talking back?!" He drew out his wand and pointed it threateningly at her. The same fear took hold of her, and she shut the door on him. Grumbling Draco Malfoy made his way down the stairs and into the living room to find his mother crying on a comfy sofa. Draco lowered his head and sat down next to her. She threw herself at him and sobbed. He patted her on the back. His once cold eyes seemed to somehow become warmer…