This is something that has been swirling around my mind for sometime.
Yes it may seen impossible but it's fanfiction.
First person point of view.
The skies above flashed black, soft raindrops pattered down on the battle worn warriors. Some stood tall defying the opposing side while some collapsed in defeat, I was neither.
Harry Potter is dead, echoed around the silent damaged courtyard. Screams of terror broke out from the youngest redheaded Weasley, being forcefully held back by an equally distraught brunette.
I stood on the broken steps, leading up towards the schools main entrance, listening to the dark lords gloating. I felt bad for the boy, he didn't deserve what life tossed at him, seeing his crumpled body in Hagrids oversized arms, reality crashing down around me.
"Draco". I heard fathers weak demand of my brother. I locked eyes with him, willing him to stay strong, to defy our father. I knew by his grey orbs softening that he wouldn't, he couldn't.
"Draco, son" my mother's desperate plea pulled Draco towards them and into the dark lords embrace.
I swallowed down my disappointment, forcing my emotionless mask into place. Dropping my gaze to the floor, I turned around, facing the grief-stricken light.
"Esmeralda". I could hear the desperation in her broken voice but I couldn't face my mother instead my blue eyes stared into brown ones.
"It's alright Esme" Hermione gently reassured me. I shook my head, I refuse to betray what I believe in.
The dark lord called for me in his skin crawling tones, I gripped my wand and span around to face the snake face abomination. His red slits narrowed at my defiance, his wand raised towards me. "A Malfoy... A blood traitor". His death eaters laughed or in my aunts case cackled. "Bring me Narcissssa" he hissed angrily to Fenrir Greyback, who obeyed.
If my heart could beat, I'm sure it would be pounding at this very moment. I stepped forward just as my beautiful mother was shoved ungraciously to the dirt ground between me and the dark lord, I winced at the unnatural angle of her ankle.
"Your daughter hasss betrayed usss. Asss sshe can not die, you will take her place but firsst". He lifted his attention from my mother and back to the light, his flat face contorting into a nasty grin.
Stepping towards the dark lord, my wand raised "no one else dies tonight" I spoke with conviction, with determination.
The dark lord took it as a challenge and before I could intervene. "Crucio".
The red flash hit my mother, her entire body arched in unnatural positions, her once perfect nails were gripping at the stone floor, her screams of agony pierced my hearing, her brilliant blue eyes locked onto mine, bright red blood started to seep from her lips.
I saw my brother break free from fathers grip, running towards our mother, tears running down his pale face "stop. Stop it, you bastard" he screamed.
I threw myself over the top of my mothers still form, taking the agonizing curse myself. I could feel my dead blood burning though my body, hundred of small dull knives piercing my flesh, I bit my lip from screaming out loud.
The next minute, I was gently pulled up from my mothers body, arms circling my chest to stop my frantic struggles. "Come on my dear" I was moved away so Madam Pomfrey could confirm my worst fears.
I was placed on a bench in the great hall on the opposite side to the dead that lined the once majestic room. My vision blurred as my tears came forth, soft sobs wracked my body.
The person who tried to comfort me was my transfiguration professor, Minerva McGonagall. Her green emerald eyes watched me with concern and sadness but I pushed her away, I didn't want her pity nor her concern.
Swiping the useless tears away with the only clean part of my robes, I took notice of two familiar blondes sitting alone in one corner. I felt my rage, my pain surfacing at his haughty face.
I steadily rose to my feet, dodging the arm of McGonagall, I snatched my wand from the bench and glided over to them. The closer I got, more angry I became, I stood straight staring into my father's steel grey eyes.
"It should of been you" my wand trained on his chest, his eyes never leaving mine "it should of been you that died" my voice rising higher.
The great hall fell into silence, everyone's attention on us. Many stood to intervene, even with uncertainty written clearly on their faces.
I pulled my wand away from him, his eyes flashed mockingly, I slammed my wand into his throat, forcing his chin up. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you?" Venom dripping from my words, my blue eyes flashing dangerously "you are just a weak pathetic man".
My father sneered "you couldn't hurt me princess, who else would warm my bed". His taunting, only furthered to fuel my rage. "Her death lays at your feet princess. You betrayed us".
"Avada.." I was roughly pulled into a warm body, my wand taken from my grip.
I met my brothers teary gaze, who just nodded at me before I was yanked away, my eyes stayed on my brother as he jumped father, his fists colliding into the death eaters face, over and over till the shocked audience leapt into the muggle tussle, trying to stop my brother from ending our misery.
My warden was dragging me out the hall, far from the excitement that broke out. We ended up outside the castle, down by the black lake, now free from the bodies.
"You need to calm down before you do something you regret". I was released, I gasped at the figure before me. It can't be, surely not.
As if the figure read my mind, she slightly smiled "I'm Andromeda Tonks".
Thank Salazar, definitely not her.
"I know who you are. You're my mo.. mothers sister" I choked on mother, my mind replaying her death. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block the heart clenching memory out.
"Mom?". I turned to the approaching figure of Nymphadora Tonks, her auror robes ripped and some places burnt to her flesh, leaving behind angry red sores.
Andromeda embraced her daughter, tears trailing down her cheeks onto her daughters shoulder. "I am so glad you are here". I heard her whisper to the pink haired witch, clutching each other as if their lives depended on it.
I couldn't stomach watching such affection, I made my escape, leaving my wand with my aunt. I ran past the grounds that were now destroyed, showing the battle that took place not so long ago, I ran past the exhausted aurors and volunteers that were identifying the dead and keeping an eye out for any survivors. My legs took me to the shrieking shack, I ducked under the obilivated whomping willow and into the small tunnel.
I cupped my nose at the strong stench of blood invading my senses, trying to bring out my vampire. I stumbled over the drying pool of blood as I rounded the corner to come face to face with my dead godfather.
As I stood there, I wondered how many people died in this unforgiving war, how many families were ripped apart?, how many parents died that will be leaving their children alone to fend for themselves?.
I could hear a faint heart beat coming from Severus, I quickly made my way to his side, my hand coming to his blooded neck trying to feel a pulse, I tearfully smiled as I felt the faint beat. Pushing my hunger down, I managed to pull the fatally injured man up, my left arm coming around his waist and closed my eyes.
Thanking my lucky stars that the wards were still down, I tightened my hold on the dying wizard and disapparated from the rotten shack.
I misjudged our step and landed hard in the dungeons, alarms blaring out for all to hear. The pounding footsteps sounded out in the bowels of castle, the first to come to our aid was professor McGonagall, who morphed from her tabby to her human form on seeing her long-time friend bleeding out.
We managed to get him to the infirmary, everyone giving us a wide berth. Madam Pomfrey took Severus from me at the double doors, her gleaning eyes pitying me.
I silently prayed my godfather to survive as I left the corridor, returning to the dungeons, I made my way to Severus chambers, never been gladder of knowing the password as I was in that moment.
The fireplace roared to life, casting the shadows away. I peeled away my damaged robes, dropping in a heap on the cold stone. Rummaging through his drinks cabinet, I helped myself to his finest firewhiskey, taking the half full bottle with me to his washing faculties.
With nothing left to deal with, I drew up a bath with Severus special herb mix dumped in. I removed my constricting corset and undies, leaving them in a pile by the door to be burnt later, before stepping into the deep tub with the whiskey bottle in hand, I sunk into the scorching water.
Once the enticing blood was scrubbed from my body, I allowed the tears to fall while I drunk myself into a stupor. My mothers blue piercing eyes and the blood seeping from her red ruby lips would forever burn themselves in my mind.
I sat in the grimy water crying for my grief and drinking to the point I could know longer see straight.
"I wish I could take your place Mama" I softly whispered to the empty bathroom.