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Battle of Hogwarts


It was terrifying. There were spells flying everywhere. Crucio's and Avada Kedavra's were being whispered by Death Eaters, Stupefy's and Reducto's by the students of Hogwarts. Astoria Greengrass was one of those students. She was alone and terrified in a corridor she had never been to before. She was sure she had at least terribly injured and Death Eater and witnessed another murdering a younger student.

Everywhere around her there was catastrophic death and destruction everywhere and it terrified her.


Althea Travers couldn't see through all the ash and dust. Death Eaters were everywhere, her father being one of them. She couldn't tell whom she was fighting for; all she could think was, Is my family safe? Blaise? Astoria? She erased the thought of her best friend hurt from her mind. Even though they weren't a couple, Thea couldn't see Draco leaving Astoria in the battle harmed. Even if Astoria couldn't see it, Draco loved her dearly (though before that, Thea could never see the infamous Draco Malfoy falling in love) and he would do anything to protect from the outside world.

The outside world, Draco could protect her from, but could he manage to protect Astoria from herself? Ever since the famous split of the young Malfoy and Greengrass, Astoria was slowly killing herself. She refused to eat or sleep for a week, and after a trip to the hospital wing she ate little and rarely slept. Every Hogwarts student had heard of her torture from the Carrows just recently and that only served to make Astoria weaker.

If she wasn't receiving nightmares from the oncoming war, a fears that she wouldn't share with Thea, she was mumbling Draco's name in her sleep. It baffled Althea as to how sweet and loving Astoria Greengrass could fall in love with a nasty Death Eater such as Draco Malfoy, the man who attempted to murder Professor Dumbledore numerous times but, then again, maybe he was perfect for her.


Where is she? his mind boomed. He was burned from the Room of Requirement fiasco that killed his friend, Vincent Crabbe. Even though Crabbe was a bloody idiot and was quite dull, Draco did think of him as a friend and would miss him dearly. But I will have to miss Astoria dearly unless I find her.

He would admit that he had a change of heart in the battle as he was stunning Death Eaters. He was done. This battle was their last hope at defeating Voldemort, so Draco had to give all his effort into winning. "Stupefy," he said as he stunned yet another Death Eater: Alecto Carrow,

His heart stopped as he heard the one sound he didn't want to. "No!" his beloved yelled in pain and anguish.


Astoria had somehow managed to find an empty corridor where she could rest for a bit. She was aching terribly all over, from what, she did not know. She slipped on a liquid. It was blood. Whose blood would be here? she thought. She soon saw.

"Emmeline!" she shouted as she saw her friend lying in a pool of her own blood. "Oh Em, what happened?"

"A-A-Amycus C-C-Carrow," she stuttered, coughing. Astoria's heart was breaking as her friend was dying and there was nothing she could do to save her. What kind of healer am I if I can't save my best friend? I failed. I failed her! "Astoria, it isn't your fault. Stay safe and be h-h-happy. L-L-Love Draco j-j-just as he…...loves you."

"No, Emmeline, you aren't going to die. You are going to live and be happy and grow old and fall in love and get married, just like me." Why are you lying? a voice asked. You are just making it worse for you both. "Goodbye, Astoria," Emmeline said. "I'll miss you."

After that, the light left Emmeline's eyes. She was dead. Astoria began to hyperventilate. She was gone, never to come back. "No!" Astoria shouted in despair. "No," she whimpered.

She didn't know how long she sat with Emmeline, holding her hand and stroking her hair. Her robes were stained with blood, she was starting to shiver, and she suspected she was near the dungeons with the awful smell wafting from her left, but she wasn't leaving Emmeline. "Astoria!" a familiar voice yelled.

"Daphne?" Astoria asked. The figure nodded. "Daphne, what are you doing here?" Her sister did not answer, but instead engulfed her into a desperate embrace.

"Oh Astoria, when I couldn't find you in the beginning of the battle, I started to worry. Astoria, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for all that I've done to you. I've been a terrible sister to you and I'm sorry."

"Daphne, I for-" but she was cut off but the shout of someone else.

"Sectumsemptra!" It yelled before Astoria was lying in a pool of her own blood.


It was over. Voldemort was finally dead. Harry Potter had ridden the wizarding world of the darkest wizard of all time. Draco had quite a scare when Hagrid was carrying a dead Harry Potter but when he jumped up and began to battle the Dark Lord, Draco wanted to cry out in joy.

There were many losses but there would have been more if not for the battle. And now, he was free. "Draco!" a voice yelled. It sounded strangely like Astoria's but Draco would have gotten butterflies in his stomach at the sound of her voice if it was. "Daphne?"

"Draco, you have to come, it's Astoria!" A large thud could be felt in his heart as it had fallen and broke. Was she dead? Was she alright? Daphne took off running, knowing Draco would follow. He did, of course, as she led him to an area near the dungeons.

"Astoria," he moaned in agony. "Astoria, my baby girl, can you hear me?" She didn't move. He grabbed her bridal style, and took off running to the Great Hall, where the injured were being kept. He needed to save her life, otherwise his would be life would be lost.


"Oomph," Hermione said as she ran into a body. She almost fell when she saw who it was. Why, it was the biggest prick on the planet: Draco Malfoy. "Malfoy," she hissed in anger.

He looked impatient seeing that she wouldn't let him continue on his path. "Granger, I'm dreadfully sorry, I would love to hear you yell at me and tell me what a prick I am, and you may do that later, but right now I must take Astoria to see Madam Pomfrey."

Hermione noted how his eyes softened and his voice became much sweeter when he said the girl's name. It was then that she noticed the body of a young girl in Draco's arms. She was bleeding terribly and her breathing was irregular. Hermione gasped at the sight of what must be Draco's beloved almost dead in his arm. "Follow me," she said, surprising herself that she would help Malfoy out, especially after all he did.

"Thank you," he said sincerely. She was surprised at hearing this; Ron had told her that purebloods rarely used manners and the Malfoy family was even bigger on this.

After one of the longest nights of his life, Astoria finally woke up. "I love you," she said as soon as she woke up.


So there it is! (The chapter, the story is not over) Please review and read all of the other stories that I have told you about!

~Beautifully Falling