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A/N: This is my first story. All constructive criticism is welcome. Thanks.
Curses flew, shouts were heard, and people were killed. Rain poured, lightning struck, and more people were killed.
Oh yes, the end was near.
A figure was spotted darting back and forth. Narcissa was firing curses left and right, determined to stay alive. As she proceeded through the Forbidden Forest, she heard an insane cackle that made her stop dead in her tracks. She ran for coverage, all the while remaining alert and cautious. A jet of green light narrowly missed her left shoulder. She ducked behind a bush while sending a stunning spell. Another jet of green light flew past her. Again, she fired a stunning spell over the top of the bush. She thought she was going to die within the next few minutes. She thought she would never be able to see her beloved Draco again. She hoped her family was safe – she couldn't bear to lose any of them! After a few more minutes, she realized that this duel was futile. In fact, she thought war was futile, the whole fuss about blood purity was just plain stupid, and Voldemort was the biggest hypocrite ever to have lived. She just wanted to get rid of whoever was attacking her so that she could go hide somewhere, away from battlefront. She longed to see the familiar faces of her family once more.
She did not dare to peek over the top of the bush. Instead, she transfigured one of her white satin gloves into a dummy and hurriedly removed her outer garments and dressed the dummy in them. Hoping her ruse would work, she threw the dummy over the edge of the bush and sure enough, a screeched "Avada kedavra!" was heard. She heard a thud. And footsteps approaching her. She cast a disillusionment spell on herself and moved behind a different bush. She saw a masked figure walking towards the dummy, cackling with glee. It was one of them. They supported the half-blood hypocrite. They were trying to kill everybody without stopping to see if it was one of their one. They were bloodthirsty and ruthless. They did not deserve to live. Taking advantage of her distracted enemy, she sent a well-aimed jet of green light at the enemy. With a graceful swoosh, the enemy fell to the ground. The enemy was dead.
Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief. That was a close call, she thought to herself.
She was curious, however, to see who the enemy was. The enemy was obviously a great witch or wizard and possessed rather fine skills to have battled for so long with her. She made sure the coast was clear and quickly tiptoed over to the corpse. The deceased enemy was dressed in black robes, save for the face mask. The robes looked expensive, but were splattered with mud and tattered in many places. Narcissa eagerly removed the mask and looked right into the still, lifeless eyes of her beloved Bella.