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Book Seven
Cleanup
I came back. Of course I did. Hogwarts is my home.
I've been fighting all year, in my own way. And I wasn't about to stop now.
I ran. I dodged. I fired curse after curse and I know some of them hit their mark. And I prayed that we would find a way to live.
Then they walked out of the forest.
I almost gave up. Almost gave in to despair. But Neville caught my eye and I stiffened my spine.
And then the hat…and the fire.
And then I saw a flash of metal and a spurt of blood, and in that moment I knew that we had won.
The rest was just cleanup.
I envision the Slytherins guiding people to the Room of Requirement, sneaking supplies out of the hospital wing, maybe setting the occasional trap for the Carrows. And really, if I had been at Hogwarts at that point? Neville would have been my hero. Not Harry. He'd be a distant figure. One more chapter and this little story is done.