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A/N: Hello, and welcome to this emotional journey! As you've read in the description box, this will be written in Drabble form. Chapters will go from present time (War) to flashbacks. There will be dates at the start of each Drabble to keep you on track. This follows canon *loosely*, with many added deaths. I truly hope you enjoy. Please review- they fuel my creative juices xx

Triggers: Language, eventual smut, major character death, torture, war

It Ends Tonight

Part One

"... When darkness turns to light

it ends tonight …"

May 1998

The smell of burning flesh, the stench of death - it perforated his nostrils and made his head spin. He was vaguely aware that the piercing screams ringing through his mind were not his own. He shook, both from the adrenaline rushing through his veins and the fear that he wouldn't make it out of this alive. That she wouldn't make it out of this alive.

War.

Draco Malfoy stood from his crouch, stumbling out of from behind the crumbled remains of a stone pillar. The battle raged on, and his eyes swept across the ruins that were once the majestic awe that was Hogwarts. He was pulled from his reverie as a flash of green barely missed the top of his head.

Throwing himself to the side, he groaned as his body crashed to the ground, hidden once more. He couldn't hide forever, though if he knew she was safe, he would surely try.

Bloodshed.

It was everywhere, and not just from his side of the fight. The fallout was massive, and bodies were strewn across the lawn, some completely unrecognizable.

Years from now, looking back, one might argue which side that was. The lines had been blurred for little more than a year now, though only few knew the truth. Draco had defected long before the battle, when one bushy haired witch broke through his life's mask of black and white, showing him a world full of color.

She was his reason for carrying on when his entire being seemed determined to shut down. It was her he was on a mission to find.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves before leaping off the ground and sprinting full force into the masses. Wand held steady, he leveled it at a masked figure that appeared before him, shooting off a quick stunner and carrying on at lightning speed.

He had a feeling he'd find her near her friends and strained his eyes through the smoke and flying debris for any sight of red hair. He spotted someone ahead in the midst of a duel, and watched in horror as the body crumpled before he could reach them.

Fury distorted his features as green light shot from the very core of his magic, ripping from his wand with an audible crack and smashing into the chest of the Death Eater. He allowed his gaze a brief moment to fall to the floor, where Ginny Weasley's lifeless eyes had glossed over.

His heart clenched at the sight of the girl. He'd come to recognize her friends as his own in the past year, and the happiness he'd finally found was being ripped from his grasp, right before his very eyes. He stumbled slightly, eyes darkening as memory of the brilliant redhead's smile flashed across his mind.

With no time to waste, he begged his feet onward, determined to find Hermione Granger if it was the last thing he'd do.