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Important note: I'm very sorry for the confusion I'm not very good at writing in first person and still trying to get the knack of it, but it is suppose to be told from Hermione's PoV, also sorry for the tense issues.

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"He's dead! He's dead! Our only hope! He's dead!" his voice was scratchy and more tears were being shed, Draco's hands had even reached out to my shoulders and began to shake me as if to emphasize what he was saying.

There was only one person he could mean. And suddenly the patronus corporeal of the otter seemed to appear in front of us, as if to bring comfort in a time of need. Casting my own, in the darkest moment I could remember, the two otters scampered about in the air; tributes to the memories of the lives we believed we would lose in only a matter of a few short hours.

The darkness was encasing us, suffocating us. It filled every crook and hidden nook in the forest. What was going to become of us now? I thought to myself. Would I survive, being a muggle-born? Would Draco live on despite his betrayal? I'm shaking terribly thinking of the worst, because surely what I imagine if just the beginning of what could be caused by the cruel hand.

Draco is rocking back and forth, futile position, locked in my arms. He was clutching his head in despair. What had happened exactly? What did Draco witness that caused him to snap so badly? We were in a dark place, one with breaking hearts, dying breaths and empty cold space between rib cages.

Where was Ron? Luna? What is happening at the castle? I wanted to know, I wanted to look around at what the world was becoming. But I was too afraid to look beyond the shadows of our hiding place.

The forest seemed to not understand the change of the world around it. Because I could hear the bird singing, soft songs of hushed lullabies. Then my canary started calling to me, from somewhere in the blockades of the tree trunked maze.

"Hermione? Hermione Granger? Are you out there?" Her voice was as dreamy as ever, gentle and calm, chiming through the air. I stood up and peeked at her from behind the uplifted roots. The girl was looking around, not with lost eyes, but expectant ones. She was a bit further off, but not too far from where we hid. As if she knew we were there. It didn't take the blonde girl too long to connect her eyes with my own. And she let a bright, tender smile tug at her lips.

I bent down to Draco, cupping his face in my hands, making him look at me. His eyes were far off, panicked in another world somewhere in his mind. "Draco, you have to come with me. Luna is here. We need to get out of here." But he continued to mumble, drabbling on about death and lost hope. "Draco, please. Please, come back to me. Come back to me, Draco. I need you here. I need your help." I begged him as Luna came over to us. Draco's eyes were slowly coming to focus, though the fear was still curtaining them. Draco slowly opened his mouth to speak.

"Hermione…" my names fell off his lips, delicately, fragile and breakable- just like the sanity he currently held onto as he stared into my eyes. He turned slowly, looking at my canary friend.

"Hello Draco. It's very nice to see you again." Luna spoke pleasantly, a way I couldn't. She seemed peaceful and sure. While I'm sure I sounded as every bit as terrified as Draco. "Come on, Hermione. Come on, Draco. He's breathing again. We should be there when he wakes. Help him get back into the battle." Luna held her hand out to an awestruck Hermione, as a manic Draco stood up in frustration.

"Don't talk crazy! Luna, you weren't there! He's dead! He's gone, Luna!" He told her with a hiss. He was angry now, shaking with blood red in his vision. Luna looked as serene as ever, however, and I'm sure that made him seethe even more. "Voldermort killed him Luna! I was there! I saw it!"

Luna nodded. "Yes, he did kill him. He stopped breathing and his heart stopped." She said with matter-of-factly. "But you weren't there when his heart started beating again." She countered. She then took his hand. "I'll show you." She started leading him back the way she had came. They were only two feet away when Draco looked back at me.

"Hermione, please come with us. I can't leave you behind. Come with us." Draco pleaded, sounding like my earlier pleads. I scrambled to my feet and without thought reached for his hand. And that's how we walked to the clearing. A three-person train of Hogwarts's students, clasping hands. Walking to where they hoped we'll be escaping the darkness of the world, leaving our safety behind in their hiding place tucked away within the uprooted trees.

The clearing opened up before them, the tree trunks were French doors to a green field was dying but bright flowers rustled in the nonresistant breeze. Over the grassland, passed the omniscient reflecting waters stood the piece of land that Hogwarts' castle rested upon. War was coming- swiftly and without doubt; a battle ready to take lives and bring about destruction. But before that was to come, every student, every warrior and every soul lifted their wand and brought light to a time of darkness. Patronus corporeal animals, lit and bathed in their blue light, sourced within themselves and the hearts of their owners. The sight would have been beautiful if it wasn't the last hopes of every person within the castle walls.

And there, lying among the tall, wild grass laid the boy who had eyes like his mother, a swirl of breath dancing through the air. Surely his heart was beating, his lungs inhaling. Looking to my left I see both blonde's with their bright eyes. Luna had a smile playing on her lips as she walked with a pixie's prance, to the resting body of dear, Harry. Draco, with his silver grey eyes, was pale and yet flushed with surprise. How it must feel to him… to watch his mother die as well as Harry, but only one to return to life. How unfair it must seem.

The first ball of fire streaked the sky, the glowing corporeal animals lighting the sky like the Northern Lights, Draco and I running, to The Chosen One's side as his eyes flutter open, our hands intertwined.

The beginning of the end has begun.