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Chapter One- After the Final Battle
Harry had told me what Narcissa Malfoy had done for him in the Forbidden Forest that fateful night. Dumbledore's theory seems to have proven itself true: there is nothing in this world as strong as a mother's love. Unfortunately, brutal hatred runs a close second.
While Harry retired to the dormitory, Ron and I surveyed the damage that had been wreaked during the bloodbath. Ron was inconsolable about the loss of his brother. My heart couldn't stand to watch his emotional state deteriorate so rapidly in front of me. Sinking to the floor, Ron had entwined himself around Fred's body. I stood meekly by, helpless, as he cried himself into a state of fitful slumber on the blood stained floor of the Great Hall.
When I was sure that I could provide no further measure of comfort I retreated. Aimlessly wandering in the direction of Gryffindor tower, I was alarmed to hear two familiar voices whispering conspiratorially. I stopped, listening in an astonished state of speechlessness:
"I owe my life to your Mother, Malfoy. We may not like each other- we may never get along. But I solemnly swear that I will never try to interfere in your life again."
"Potter," Malfoy snickered, "You're such a prat. Only wimps and wusses let this type of attachment ruin a perfect good battle between enemies."
"You think I like this any more than you do? Spare me! Every bone in my body is screaming at me that I should go around ending you and all your Death Eater friends while I have the chance!"
"Wha-Wha-What?" Malfoy stumbled backwards away from Harry.
"No one would notice or care if I ended you and your friends tonight. In fact I bet they'd be happy to be rid of all of you and your comrades who were in league with Voldemort! It's in deference to your mother that I am striving to make peace. And I would think carefully if I were you Malfoy. Your life could be very unpleasant going forward since your family is known to have been in league with the death eaters. It's just possible that I could help you."
"I. I. Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt to declare a truce," muttered Malfoy. "But don't think I'm going to go around being your best friend Potter!"
"Great. We're all happy then"
Harry's triumph had induced a strength that I always knew was there and was now finally able to see. Just as I was about to make my presence known, a body whizzed by me at frightening speed. Before I knew what was happening green and red jets of light soared across the cavernous entrance hall. The effect was a beautiful luminescence but there was no time for me to enjoy it. I had to stop the three brawling almost-grown wizards from killing each other!