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Lost Souls

Sequel to She Was His

Chapter One

Narrator POV

The wind whistled through the Whomping Willow's leafless limbs as the moon shined brightly, casting its shadow over the eerie, still waters of the Black Lake. The night was beautiful and quiet, too quiet . . .

The whole school was in a silent, abandoned state. If anyone passed the great school, they surely would have thought all inhabitants were sound asleep; nestled, safe and sound, under their sheets, dreaming happy dreams. But sadly that was not so, though many wish it. In truth, since the time of Grindlewald, the school had never seen such a horrorific battle.

Until, last night.

The Light had known that the Dark Lord was going to attack Hogwarts, and they had prepared. Many came to fight in the battle, filling the school with so many people, that a lot of them had to sleep in the Great Hall. They trained, day and night, for the upcoming battle, until finally, the day had come. The Light had much confidence that they would win with the famous Harry Potter by their side, but it's just that they didn't expect so many. Death Eaters came by the hundreds, overpowering them. And to the Light's despair, more were still coming. Voldemort fought with a savage pleasure, killing the young and old mercilessly, as he made his way to the higher grounds of Hogwarts. It was there the Golden Trio was along with Draco Malfoy, battling some of Voldemort's most highly-esteemed Death Eaters. All fighting ceased, wands still held tightly in their hands, as the Dark Lord and Harry Potter faced each other.

The real battle had begun.

Blood curling screams filled the air as everyone watched the famous Harry Potter fall, cold and dead. Death Eaters cheered all around as the warriors of the Light stood, shocked. That was when the real slaughter of the night began. The Light had lost all hope at the death of their Savior and was soon joining the other bodies of the fallen, except Hermione Granger. Draco Malfoy fought hard to protect her and their unborn child, but he knew the fight was over. Draco had grabbed something from his pocket and thrust it into Hermione's hands as Death Eaters cornered them against a stone wall of Hogwart's. The last thing she saw was a jet of green hit Draco as he shielded Hermione's disappearing body with his own. He whispered her name one last time, before he to fell.

Hermione POV

Grief stirred in her heart at the thought of all of her friends that she saw perish before her eyes, permanently staining her mind of how they died. Neville was tortured by Lestrange into insanity, and then killed. Ron died while protecting Lavender, who then followed him into death. Luna, oh Luna, she was bitten by a werewolf and dragged off into the forest. Hermione could still hear Luna's screams in her head, even after her screams had been silenced with a sickening crack that floated amongst all the others. Another lost soul. Everyone is dead she thought in despair. Lupin, Tonks, the Weasleys, Draco, everyone. They were all gone.

She sat, paralyzed, on the cold stone floor of Hogwarts Castle; her bruised arms wrapped protectively around her midsection. Though she had never been scared of the dark before, she was terrified now as the dark crept towards her from all sides. It beckoned to her, hissing poisonous promises in her ear of numbness. Curling into a ball, she closed her eyes tightly, ignoring the cold voice that hissed at her. Pain shot throughher with every movement she made. A sigh escaped her chapped, bloody lips as she began to relive the nights' horrors in her dreams.

She wasn't asleep long though. The sound of sobs reached her ears, awakening her from her nightmare. Straining her muscles, she sat up. Her clothes clung to her sweat-dampened skin, chilling her, yet she felt hot. She looked down and saw that she had a deep gash leading from her knee cap to her ankle. Grazing her fingertips along her leg, she quickly pulled her hand back with a pained hiss. It was worse than she thought. Grimacing, she clutched her wand in her hand and whispered some spells to disinfect the gash and clean up her bloodied leg. With a bit of effort, she sat up and leaned against the wall behind. As she moved, she saw something shine in the moonlight. Seeing the item that Draco had put in her hands on the ground, she quickly put it in her pocket. Lying back down, slowly, she closed her eyes. Before she fell back to sleep, she heard sobs yet again. Sitting up, she strained to hear where the sound was coming from. It was coming from the far end of the hall, yet she saw nothing but a chair. She stared, gluing her eyes to the wall, waiting for any sign of movement. She saw the chair that was against the wall move a little, scraping across the stone floor.

Fear ignited in her, but she fought it back. Crawling to her left, she propped herself up against the wall. Her muscles were screaming and burning with strained exertion. The cut on her leg bled, sliding down her leg to her sock that was now the color of deep crimson. Ignoring her pain, she stood, leaning heavily against the wall. Slowly, with the wall supporting her, she painfully made her way to the far end of the wall. It felt like hell, but she took it. Just as she made it to the far wall, her legs gave way and she landed ungracefully on her butt, sending a jolt of pain up her spine. Pressing her back against the wall, she closed her eyes and took deep, shuddering breaths. The pain eventually faded into a dull ache. She felt a light pressure in her stomach. Her hand went to her lower abdomen and rubbed the flat stomach in slow circles, murmuring soothingly.

Hearing movement beside her, she recalled why she had made such an effort to come over here. Turning her head, she looked at the seemingly empty space. Fear still nabbed her at the back of her mind, but she silenced it and reached her hand out; her ring glowing in the moonlight. Feeling a soft material under her fingertips, she gripped it and held her breath as she quickly pulled the cloak off a slumped form.

At first all she saw was the dark outline of a figure lying on the ground. Obviously a female she thought, seeing the curves and chest. Her eyes finally adjusting, she gasped. The flaming red hair was the dead giveaway. Ginny Weasley had survived the battle.

Well, there it is. I hope you liked it! Please R/R! It's very encouraging to hear what people think about my stories, even if it's criticism. As long as you stay clean. Thanks!

- slytherinangel01