Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter world, and all credit for settings and characters go to J.K. Rowling.
Spells flashed around me. I didn't know what to do. This was my fight, but I didn't know who to duel. I felt useless, watching the carnage around me.
A shout broke my confusion. "FRED!"
I spun towards the shout and saw 4 redheads over the body of another redhead. They were shaking, sobbing. Weasley. My mouth formed the word, recognizing it from my father's tales. They were on my side. One of them was dead, but I couldn't tell whom.
Dolohov, standing maybe 20 feet from me, was looking over at the little huddle, grinning. Him. Dolohov killed the Weasley boy.
"DOLOHOV!" I shouted, my voice slightly trembling with anger. I couldn't figure out why it did; I had never met the Weasleys.
"Calantha. Darling, how nice of you to join the party." He turned towards me and raised his arms in celebration.
"Three things Dolohov." I replied.
"Yes my dear?"
"Where is my father?"
"With the Dark Lord somewhere. Second thing?"
"Crucio!" I screamed, pointing my wand straight at his chest. He shouted and twisted around on the ground.
"STUPEFY!" My final curse blasted him backwards into a wall, and he lay there, unmoving. I blew the hair out of my face. This was going to be a long battle. The Dark Lord wasn't even weakened yet.
The redheads had moved on, but the dead body still lay on the ground. I strode through the rubble until I saw the face. One of the twins, Fred or George. He lay there, smiling slightly. The thought that someone who had known such joy was gone shook me. Even though I had never met the boy, I had heard of his jokester exploits from my father.
"Wingardium Levosa." I whispered and his body rose from the ground. My magic held him aloft as I ran up the Grand Staircase of Hogwarts.
"Excuse me?" I said to a blond girl who was carrying someone too; a small blond boy.
She set him down and drew her wand. "Who are you?" She snarled.
"Calantha." I hesitated, unsure of what to do.
The blond girl's brow furrowed. She studied my black cloak and my face.
"You remind me of…"
"No one. Where do I put him?" I gestured back at the Weasley twin.
Her face crumpled. "No."
"I know, miss. I know. We can't do anything now."
"Who killed him?"
"Dolohov."
"What a terrible, terrible man. I'm going to go kill as many Death Eaters as I can, just so they can feel the hurt we feel, you know?"
"You do that after we set these two down in a place where no one can find them."
"I heard that the Transfiguration room is serving as a morgue for now."
"Okay. Wingardium Levosa." I lifted the redheaded boy up again.
"I'm Hannah Abbott." She said as we walked to the Transfiguration room.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance. Although, it would be nice if I could be sure that you wouldn't die in the next few hours."
She grinned awkwardly at me. "Same."
The Transfiguration room's door lay open. The dead fighters lay in long rows. Death Eaters lay next to students. It didn't seem right, but then again, we all fought for a cause we believed in.
I set the boy down in the growing line of the dead. Hannah laid the blond boy down quickly next to him.
"So many." She whispered.
"We can avenge them."
She shook her head and pursed her lips. "Never. No one else's death will make theirs okay, except if it is Voldemort's."
I sighed. "But only Potter can kill him."
Her lower lip quivered. "Exactly."
"Where is he?"
She motioned wordlessly outside.
"Gone."