Okay, apparently, I lied about not having the next chapter up so quickly. Here's the next chapter; I hope it's okay. I was originally going to put the event at the end of the chapter in the next chapter, but it wound up in this chapter anyway.
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The students at the barricade could only watch in horror as Dennis Creevey was murdered in cold blood, followed by his brother, Colin.
They had been children; how could the Death Eaters cut down innocent children like that?
But while it was horrible, it wasn't surprising; Death Eaters didn't care who they killed.
A magically magnified voice rang out across the grounds.
"You at the barricades, listen! You've been abandoned to your fate! You must surrender!"
"Not when we've come so far!" Neville exclaimed.
"You don't have a choice! You must give up! There's no reason to throw your lives away!"
Harry let out a disbelieving snort.
"Right," he said. "We give up now, and they'll just let us skip on home, will they?"
"We may die, but at least we'll die with honor; facing our enemies," Dean said.
"We'll make them pay for everyone they killed," Hermione cried. "For Cho, Dennis, Colin, and so many others!"
It was highly unlikely that they would win; the members of Dumbledore's Army knew that. But if they died, they would die fighting for what they believed in.
Hermione's exclamation was all the incentive the Death Eaters needed; they charged towards the magical barrier, firing spell after spell, and hurling explosives at it.
Once again, students took turns darting out in an attempt to fight back Death Eaters, but this time, it happened.
The Death Eaters broke through the barrier.
It was pandemonium.
Spells were flying from every direction; a jet of green light hit Ernie Macmillan in the chest, and he fell to the ground, dead. A wild curse hit Luna, slashing her throat, and she fell to the ground, scarlet blood pouring out, convulsing.
Anthony Goldstein went to go help his fellow Ravenclaw, but Augustus Rookwood hit him in the back with a Killing Curse, and fell lifelessly to the ground.
A few moments later, Luna stopped twitching, her blue eyes fluttered closed, and her breathing stopped.
"Come on, everyone, we need to focus! In position!" Hermione cried, but to no avail; chaos reigned.
Rodolphus Lestrange fired a Killing Curse at Hannah Abbot, and she fell dead to the ground.
Neville gave a roar of outrage and engaged in a duel with Rodolphus, but Rebastian Lestrange teamed up against Neville, and hit him in the chest with a Killing Curse.
A sudden explosion wracked the grounds; Fred and George Weasley, who'd been at the center of the explosion, were killed instantly. Padma and Parvati Patil were also lying dead near the Weasley twins.
Dean was lying dead next to Parvati Patil, and Seamus's gut was blown open from the explosion, and he was quickly dying.
To Sirius's horror, Harry had been caught in the explosion as well, and was lying on the ground, covered with gashes and burns. Sirius was caught was hit by a Disarming Charm and his wand went flying, but Sirius didn't go to retrieve it. Dodging flying spells, Sirius shielded Harry's body with his own, and quietly carried him off—he needed to get Harry help, now.
At the barricades, Ron and Hermione were the only ones still standing; everyone else had been killed.
For a moment, Hermione wondered if she should tell Ron her feelings, but just then a jet of green light hit Ron in the back, and he collapsed to the ground, dead.
"Ron!" Hermione shrieked hysterically. "Ron!"
Bellatrix cackled.
"Aww," she sneered. "Did you love him, little Mudblood?"
Hermione snarled, but it was over; they'd lost. Everyone else was dead. Ron was dead—pain twisted in her stomach as she thought of Ron.
But she wasn't going to give up; not now, not ever.
Hermione raised her wand, but Rookwood was quicker.
"Avada Kedavra!" he cried.
The green light illuminated Hermione, and then she fell lifelessly to the ground.
The magical barrier had fallen.
The Death Eaters had defeated Dumbledore's Army.
Sirius was running as fast as possible towards Hogsmeade; he'd thought about taking Harry up to the school, but the Death Eaters would have guards stationed there; the guards would realize who they were and kill them. He had to get Harry home to Ginny, and from there, they could get him to Saint Mungo's.
Upon entering Hogsmeade, Sirius noticed people patrolling the town. They worked for the Death Eaters; of course, they'd have people patrolling the town, as well. He'd been stupid to think that they wouldn't.
He glanced around anxiously, looking for a way to transport Harry to Ginny without being seen.
His eyes fell on the cover to the Hogsmeade sewers. Maybe…
Sirius set Harry gently on the ground and heaved the sewer cover off.
"Don't move, Black!" a familiar voice said.
Sirius turned to see Severus Snape striding towards him, holding a new wand.
Sirius groaned.
For Merlin's sake, of all the times for him to show up, why now?
"I told you I wouldn't stop pursuing you, Black," Snape said.
"Snape, listen—this boy is gravely injured and he needs to get to Saint Mungo's—just let me take him there, and I swear I'll come back," Sirius said.
"I don't want to hear any of your pathetic excuses, Black," Snape sneered. "Come with me."
"Are you blind?" Sirius snapped. "He's only a boy, and he'll die soon without help! Just this once! In case you've forgotten, I saved your life! You at least owe me this one thing, Snape!"
Snape looked enraged, and hissed,
"Go! Take him and go! I'll be waiting for you here, 24601. If you're not back in two hours—"
"I will be," Sirius said, and picked up Harry and entered the sewer.
Snape stood at the open sewer hole, and then with a flick of his wand, recovered it.
Why had he done that? Why had he let Sirius Black, of all people, go? And covered his tracks?
Simply because Black had saved his life?
Snape suddenly found himself wishing Black had just killed him; why hadn't he? He was a murderer. Growling in frustration, Snape turned, exited Hogsmeade and headed towards the Black Lake.
When he reached the Black Lake, he stared at his own reflection, pondering.
What was wrong with Black, anyway? Severus had been caught, and Black had let him go free. Severus gripped his wand tighter. He certainly didn't Black's pity.
A twinge of doubt entered Severus's mind.
But was it pity? Perhaps Black just wasn't evil?
But that thought was ridiculous. Black had been a despicable bully in school and had killed thirteen people at the age of twenty-one.
Of course, Black insisted he was framed by Peter Pettigrew. But that also couldn't be true, since Pettigrew had been one of the murdered.
It couldn't be true unless Pettigrew faked his own death. But even if it were true, he couldn't just let the man who'd tormented him for seven years go free.
But because Severus owed him, he couldn't turn him in, either.
But the fact of the matter was, he just couldn't go in living in Sirius Black's debt.
So what could he do? Something occurred to him; there was only one thing he could do, since he could neither turn Black in nor let him go free.
He swiftly walked to the deep end of the lake.
Severus took a deep breath, and jumped into the lake.
He let himself sink lower, his consciousness fading as he sank, until blackness finally took him over.