Title: The End of Kihana Malfoy

Author: CosmicalMadison

Summary: My part in the battle wasn't large, but there are those who will always remember me.

Rating: K

Setting: DH, During the Battle of Hogwarts

Author's Note: This may seem strange or confusing, so I forewarn you: it's based on a dream I had. The narrator is an OC, Lucius and Naricissa Malfoy's ten-year-old daughter Kihana. I hope you like it.

I could hear killing curses being flung back and forth in the next corridor over, but the hall I walked down was empty. Chunks of stone and a few bodies littered the floor, however, so I knew battles had already taken place here.

I paid these things no mind, though, because I was on a mission. Papa had sent me to check the bathrooms and take care of any stupid children who might be hiding in them.

I grinned. Soon Hogwarts would be in the hands of the Death Eaters.

I found the set of bathrooms I had been assigned and pushed the door open. At first it appeared to be empty, but then I spotted a girl with short blonde hair standing in one corner, frozen at having heard the door open. She relaxed upon seeing me, probably thinking I was a fellow student.

A smile once again flitted across my face as I took out my wand and pointed it at her. The girl's eyes widened in understanding, but it was already too late. "Avada Kedavra." There was a flash of green light, and she crumpled to the floor without a sound.

I turned, looking to see if anyone else was in the room. When it appeared to be empty, I headed for the door again.

"Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! AVADA KEDAVRA!"

As the spells whipped past me and shattered a trio of mirrors along the wall, I whirled around, eyes darting back and forth, searching for the source of the voice. I couldn't find one right away. Holding my wand at the ready, I moved back into the room, looking around carefully. Finally, I spotted the tip of a dark brown wand protruding from beneath one of the stall doors. The person within seemed to be biding her time, waiting until I dropped my guard again and hoping I would spot them. Well, that wasn't going to happen.

I stepped forward silently until I was able to angle my own wand up under the door without it being seen by the girl inside.

"Avada Kedavra!" the cry came again, and I jumped to the side. The spell almost missed again, but just brushed my right arm, which immediately went numb.

Still determined, I shifted my wand to my other hand and shouted the killing curse back at her. A thumb and a splash told me I had hit my mark. A third smile, and I was heading for the door again, confident that the bathroom was now cleared. Papa would be proud. As I reached the door, I stumbled a little. The numb feeling in my arm was spreading.

Papa stood just outside, with streaks of blood in his long blond hair. I wasn't worried, though. Papa was a great fighter, and I knew it must belong to someone else – or several someones. He grinned when he saw me. "It is good to see you save. You were successf–?"

Suddenly, I could no longer feel my legs. As they collapsed beneath me, father caught me.

"Kihana!" he cried. "You've been hurt!"

"Papa?" My voice was shaking. I was afraid now. I couldn't feel anything. Even my brain seemed to be getting foggy so my voice sounded muddled in my own ears.

"Kihana, no," I heard Papa say, his voice soft and sad. "Darling, please…"

I felt myself drifting own, my eyes closing of their own accord, my heard slowing, when I finally realized in a detached and unconcern sort of way what was happening. Because the killing curse cast by that girl in the bathroom had not hit me straight on, it had only taken it that much longer to take my life.