Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Glee. The only thing in here that's mine is the plot.
Warnings: F/F, femslash, no beta, cursing, violence, crying, past relationship, gore, possible character death, angst etc.

Chapter 12

When we arrive back to the common room Ron runs up to us and hugs the brunette.

"Where have you been? Harry went to Voldemort hours ago. I thought something happened to you."

"I'm fine, Ron. Just had to take care of some things," she says, tilting her head at me.

"What's going on that was so important? Hey! I didn't even realize that you're not supposed to be wondering out here. Why is she untied?" He turns to Hermione.

She frowns, "Our favorite snake here, was almost killed by Pansy and Draco. Apparently she's now a traitor to both sides. Congratulations, you managed to become in between, but instead of Switzerland you've became Soviet Russia during the Second World War."

"It happens." I smirk.

"Hermione, they have Harry!" Screams someone from the crowd.

"He's dead! He's killed him," I hear from Neville.

"What?!" she yells.

"They're in front of the school right now."

We all run and see Harry in Hagrid's arms unmoving.

"If you surrender now some of you will be able to live through this! Stop this futile fight. You have no leader anymore. Your precious Harry is dead. Surrender!" Voldemort yells.

I look back at Hermione. There is no way he'll let her live if they do surrender and I have zero influence on his side now. I'd be lucky if he let me live as someone's slave. My eyes catch hers and I see all the horror and pain in there. This isn't right. This isn't how it's supposed to play out.

I step forward, "We're not surrendering. I've had enough of your crap and I encourage you to back the fuck off!"

"Ah, Quinn. It's done, you can stop pretending now. Your mission is over." Yeah, right. My mission was over as soon as you sent Draco and Pansy after me. Now you're just trying to confuse them.

"Who said anything about pretending?" I smirk.

"Your mission is over!" yells Bellatrix, standing to Voldemort's right. She's pleading with me and I just shake my head. I know she wants me to quit it, and make my way to her side again, but I can't.

"Quinn, I said stand down!" orders Voldemort.

I shake my head again. "Fine, we'll do this your way then."

"Yes, yes we are."

"Accacio wand!" I summon my wand. I fire a few hexes rapidly one after another while he dodges, and reflects them. After that we both exchange shoots. Both firing and dodging, doing a sort of morbid dance, while everyone else just stares. I'm pretty sure no one expected me to still be alive at this point and to be honest neither did I. Bella thought me well.

My loss of concentration for a second costs me and I end up on the floor. Chaos ensues. I look to my right and find reinforcements have arrived. Just as the two sides collide again, Voldemort turns back to me and screams "Avada Kedavra!" Well, fuck. A shot of lightning comes flying right at me, but just before it hits I get dizzy. When I open my eyes again I'm lying next to Hermione on the floor.

"Get up!" she yells, "you think you're all that, taking Voldemort by yourself? Get up! Get up and fight now, you idiot!"

I shake my head in order to get rid of the dizzy spell that came over me and stand up.

"Oh, and next time we do this, tell me you can do wandless magic so I won't bother taking your wand away."

I smirk at her and run into the castle with Hermione hot on my hells, muttering "asshole," under her breath. The thing is, right before I ended up on the floor, Harry tilted his head towards Nagini. I already knew he was a Horcrux, but it's nice to know that the boy-who-lived is still alive, and trusts you enough to show you who or what to kill to win.

"Where did you put the Basilisk fangs?" I ask Hermione on my way through the hallway.

"They're in the Great hall," a beat, "what do you plan on doing?"

"What Harry asked of me." I grab the fang and run back outside. We fight our way to the side of the courtyard and I stab Nagini when no one is looking. Hermione and I start fighting back to back again, and soon we're back in the Great hall where all hell broke loose.

Bellatrix comes after me as soon as I enter, "Sorry, Quinn," she gives me a sad smile and starts sending hexes my way. They're half-assed at best. I know exactly what she's capable and this is nothing versus some of the other training duels we had. Hermione, previously busy with another Death Eater, turns around, sees the scene, and pushes me aside.

"I've had enough of your crap Bellatrix. Leave. Quinn. Alone!" She fires a hex between each word, and I stand there stunned. That doesn't last long. I see another Death Eater coming to assist Bella, and I fire at him. We fight for a while, and after I dealt with him I turn around to see my two favorite brunettes still fighting. I shut my eyes, I know I'm going to lose one of them tonight and if I let this play out chances are it's going to be Hermione.

I take a deep breath, and shoot a "Stupefy!" at Bella. She deflects it, but loses concentration and that's enough for Hermione to send an Avada Kedavra at her. It hits her right in the chest and I catch her before she collapses. I gently deposit her to the ground, and cradle her head in my lap all the while whispering "I'm sorry," all over again.

I can feel the wetness gathering on my cheeks and falling on Bella's face. I can't believe I killed her. I can't believe she's dead. I shake my head, hoping this is all a nightmare. Hermione is just standing there stunned. I need to get them out of here. Bella and Hermione. Just as I have that thought I hear Voldemort exploding in anger upon seeing Bella's body cradled in my arms.

He turns to Hermione and with fury in his eyes, fires the killing curse. I shut my eyes, not wanting to be a witness to the death of my only reason to live right now, but it never happens. Harry appears out of nowhere, and they start dueling. Hermione comes running towards me and tries to forcefully remove me from the scene so I wouldn't accidently get hit by a spell, but I refuse to budge.

"Quinn, move! You're going to get yourself killed." I don't answer, but instead tighten my grip on Bella. She kneels next to me, "Quinn, she's dead. You can't help her anymore. It's pointless you staying here with her now."

I shake my head, "I'm not leaving her," I whisper, "She's dead because of me, I'm not leaving her."

"I killed her not you, and she made her own choices. Now, come on. We need to leave."

When I still don't move she sighs and runs away. A minute later I feel dizzy again and find myself in another classroom. I whip my head around and charge at the young Gryfindor standing beside me. I push her into the nearby wall, "Leave me the fuck alone!"

She pushes me off of her, "I'm not going to let you get yourself killed because of Bellatrix's corpse. Now stay here!" she yells.

I push past her in my attempt to get to the door, but she beats me to it, grabs me by my elbow and forcefully turns me around.

"Quinn, I'm serious. Don't leave."

I don't listen. Merlin knows what they'll do to her body if I'm not there. I pull my hand away from hers and she pulls back. I rip myself away and she hugs me to stop me from going outside. I start struggling and punching her, but she doesn't let up. After a couple of minutes of this useless struggling I go limp in her arms. She tightens her hold and just lets me rest. The tears have made a reappearance and are now freely falling down my cheeks.

I can't believe I'm grieving for Bella in the arms of her killer. She starts caressing my head after a while and telling me that it's going to be okay. That just makes me cry harder and we end up collapsing to the floor.

After a couple of minutes we hear the fighting has stopped. I'm calm enough now so we both get up and head outside. We won. Harry actually managed to defeat Voldemort. Everyone's cheering him on and all the surviving Death Eaters have escaped.

I look at Hermione with her huge grin on and then zero in my gaze to Bella's body behind her. Hermione pulls at my hand and I turn around to lean on her, closing my eyes so I don't have to see it anymore.

"We've won. You're free now," she whispers into my hair.

I lightly shake my head, "I'm going to Azkaban. I'm the Death Eater who killed the minister, remember?"

She frowns, "They won't tell anything. Harry and Ron, I mean. Not if I asked them and everyone else who knows about it is either dead or unreliable. They're not taking you away from me," she smiles.

I turn my head around, going back to starring at Bella's body, "I don't want you to protect me."

She wipes at my cheek with her thumb, I didn't even know I was crying again, "too bad because you don't have a choice. You already redeemed yourself for that stupid mistake, and I'm not letting you rot in prison just because of it. Now shut up, and enjoy our win." I chuckle lightly, and close my eyes.

A/N: And that is the last action chapter of this story. Next up is the epilogue. I know some of you wanted to see me actually write this right up until they get married and all that jazz, but I honestly don't really see a story there. It would just be a bunch of crying and fighting until they'd finally realize they're endgame. ;) Let me know what you think, did you like it? Do you agree or disagree with me? I'd also like to thank DaemonRider for all his/hers wonderful reviews and of course to everyone else who took the time to write me. :) As always thank you for reading and reviewing.