CHAPTER 1
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. They belong to JKR.
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The war is over and Voldemort has been defeated. He is dead, gone for good, and I am only still alive because of one reason, or make that one person, Draco Malfoy. Can you believe it? Malfoy actually saved my life, me a Weasley. But I'll stop there and start from the beginning.
Since Voldemort returned at the end of my third year the world gradually became a darker place. Stories of attacks on Muggleborns and their families became a regular occurrence in the Daily Prophet, but at Hogwarts we were insulated from it, after all Hogwarts was the safest place in the world to be. The attacks were something that you read about but really couldn't comprehend because it hadn't happened to you. So life went on pretty much as normal, but you always had this little thought at the back of your mind 'watch your back', and so we did.
The reality hit me one day and it hit me hard. It was the day I came back from school after Christmas break during my fourth year. A friend of mine Colin Creevey and his little brother Dennis didn't. They were Muggleborn and had been killed by a group of Death Eaters the day before. This was the first but not the last deaths of people close to me. Hermione's parents were killed later that year and since she had no other relatives she came to live with us. This made Ron happy because he loves her; only he still has yet to admit it.
All of a sudden all attacks stopped midway through my fifth year. The naïve and hopeful in this world believed that good had won and that the Death Eaters had given up their terror tactics. The rest of us knew though that it was just a ploy to lull us into a false sense of security before a devastating attack. And it came, yesterday. The day that will go down in history as the Battle of Hogwarts. Voldemort and the Death Eaters attacked the school.
The alarm sounded during second period. I was in Transfiguration with McGonagall. By the resigned look on her face it occurred to me that the teachers probably knew that this was a possibility. All the students were sent to the great hall. First to fourth years were sent to the dorms with some seventh ears to protect them. Fifth years and up were expected to go and fight. The scariest thing I have ever seen, and I've seen quite a few, was looking out on the front lawn of Hogwarts and seeing hundreds of black robed wizards advancing, wands raised, to the front doors of Hogwarts.
We were put into groups and sent outside to fight. Like in all wars there was a lot of casualties on both sides. I don't remember how many curses I threw, but I know that having six older brothers who all taught me how to defend myself, came in handy.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry duelling with Voldemort. I turned to look properly and there was my mistake. I heard an evil laugh and turned toward it and found a Death Eater standing right in front of me with his wand pointed straight at my head. Everything around me faded except for that one death eater and watching him say the words that every witch and wizard fears. AVADA KED then all of a sudden Draco MALFOY knocked me down and out of the way.
We landed on the ground with Draco on top of me, which caused the wind to be knocked out of me. Malfoy looked down at me as to make sure that I was alright then turned, pointed his wand and killed the Death Eater preparing to kill us both, now that he had recovered from missing the first time. He turned and looked at me again. I couldn't read what was in his eyes at the time. Then we heard the words that would make the world rejoice for years to come, Harry yelling Avada Kedavra. We both turned and watched the evil that was once Tom Riddle fall.
Draco turned to me again and smiled, a real smile not one of his trademark smirks, helped me to my feet and turned and walked away.
