This is my first fanfic so go easy on me. I'd appreciate a review at the end if you would. Enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: Neither Lord Prime Minister Sir nor I own any part of the Harry Potter series. I don't think either of us could handle the sheer responsibility.
The Battle of Hogwarts
"Protego!" roared Harry, and the Shield Charm expanded in the middle of the Hall, and Voldemort stared around for the source as Harry pulled off the Invisibility Cloak at last.
Draco Malfoy spun around and saw, to his surprise, Harry Potter facing The Dark Lord in the center of the Hall surrounded by a bubble of magic.
"Potter's alive?" he whispered more to himself than anything half way between shock and relief. He watched as the young wizard and tall figure began to circle. Their mouths moved and their eyes were locked in a deadly, cold stand off, but the force field muffled the words. They continued to counter each other never breaking concentration while everyone outside the sphere was dead silent, mentally cheering on their side. Suddenly Harry said something to The Dark Lord to make his smile disappear and Malfoy could feel the tension about to break.
By now, without noticing, Draco had worked his way to the edge of the arena and other curious wizards had filled in behind him. Harry and Voldemort shouted simultaneously. The bang was like a cannon blast, and the golden flames that erupted between them, at the dead center of the circle they had been treading, marked the point where the spells collided. Draco saw the Elder Wand fly up and caught it as it fell, quickly slipping it into his robe. He didn't know why he did what he did. It was as if the wand called out to him and his body reacted on instinct. When it touched his hand, he felt something cold sweep over him like a lonely winter breeze. It gave him terrible goose bumps and he shook violently to rid himself of the feeling when he was swept up into the arms of a crying woman and her husband.
"Draco, sweetie, honey, Mummy thought she lost her baby! Never leave us ever again! Do you hear me? Never leave Mummy or Daddy ever again!" Narcissa blubbered out between sobs and kissing Draco's head.
Lucius all the while had his arms around his wife and son weakly repeating over and over, "My boy. My Draco." People rushing to fill the empty circle shoved the whole mess of them to the side.
"NO!" Molly Weasley could be heard crying, "HARRY, NO!"
"He can't be!"
"Harry, wake up! Get up you prat, you hear me?"
"Ron get off him, get off! Madam Pomfrey! Where's Madam Pomfrey?"
"Oh god, he's not breathing!"
"Out! Get out of my way!" Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, shoved past everyone and knelt over the motionless body of Harry Potter. Hogwarts held its breath for the longest five seconds the wizarding world had experienced in a very long time,. When she finished whatever tests she had to run, the well-loved witch with deep-set worry and smile lines stood up and faced away from the still lump with messy black hair that lay by her feet.
"Harry Potter is d-," she projected with her booming matter-of-fact voice loud and strong in the beginning determined to show no weakness, only to falter when she came the end. She took a deep breath and said as quickly and as clearly as she could, "Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, is dead," before she dissolved into sobs and crumpled to the floor holding Mrs. Weasley. They became the center of a mass crying. Some sat, others stood silently in disbelief, while every now and again there was an unidentifiable mob of bodies holding onto each other for what seemed like dear life.
The Malfoys clung to each other in the corner neither crying nor rejoicing, but standing watching over the scene unfolding before them. Draco saw Neville Longbottom holding Luna Lovegood who lay in a shaking mess on his lap. Longbottom himself stared into the distance as if he couldn't process what had just happened. The sword of Gryffindor leaned on the wall next to him, still wet with the blood of a giant python. Hermione Granger and Cho Chang wept on either side of Ginny Weasley who was hugging her legs with her face buried in her knees. Professor McGonagall had a concerned look on her face as she pat down the messy orange hair of Ronald Weasley. The poor boy had his arms around her tiny frame half hugging her but also using her to keep himself up. In the middle of the hall, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Arthur Weasley, and several other wizards were trying to calm down Hagrid who, between trumpets into his giant handkerchief kept rawring, "Harry! I won't lose you twice! No!" until Grawp reached a hand through one of the broken windows and gently picked Hagrid up, and brought him outside with him.
"That's enough. We should leave," Lucius whispered to his family. Without waiting for a reply, he gently pushed them toward the main door and out into the cold night where they walked to the edge of the school grounds before disapparating back to Malfoy Manor.
For the next couple of months, those who knew mourned the great loss of their Boy Who Lived. Diagon Alley seemed to be covered in a black oily layer that would not come off, even under the harshest scrubbing. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry reopened school as usual starting with Harry Potter week where all house tapestries were replaced with solid black silk banners. There was one place more than any that echoed the death of its fallen champion. The Burrow, now minus Fred, was also absent of its usual warm glow and lived in noise.
The boy named Potter affected even the most unlikely of places.
Well, I know short chapter. Tell me what you think in the review and hopefully I'll update...soon. I already have half the next chapter written so here's hoping!