A/N: AHHHHH! The time has finally come for the Great Battle of Hogwarts. So sorry for keeping you all waiting. I had a really hard time writing this and I do hope you will all appreciate this.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Hermione was anxiously waiting in her place near the Entrance to the Great Hall. All this time, she was wondering where Draco could have been. It was better she realized that he was here fighting than her not knowing where he was or what had happened to him. Her thoughts had vanished when suddenly, everything turned dark. She looked up and her heart fell to her feet.

The signature black smokes that were actually Death Eaters were entering the castle. She held her wand firmly and prayed to whatever deity there was to help them. This was it, everything they had been preparing for.

There was a second of nothing, then, as if it were some sort of scripted play, at that one exact moment, everyone fired their first spell, and the legendary Battle of Hogwarts had started.

All the students and the Order fired at the Death Eaters, all the creatures, all the Professors, even those whom Hermione didn't think would join them attacked the Dark Lord's followers. Hermione was dueling a Death Eater, and at the corner of her eye, she saw Ron a few meters away stunning a man, she saw Lavender Brown running to the Great Hall. She finally cast a spell that hit her target straight in the chest and ran to whoever needed help. There were spells and curses being shouted and she saw Professor Sprout and Neville throwing vicious plants towards their enemies. She saw Fluffy, the three-headed dog with Hagrid sitting on his back as Hagrid shouted for him to claw the Death Eaters. She heard Bellatrix Lestrange's cackle as she saw one of the students drop to the ground. She saw and heard many things, but there was one thing she did not see.

Voldemort.

Where was he?

And Draco.

Hermione shook the thought out of her mind, because she knew that if she thought a bit more of him, she would leave the battle and search for him instead.

And that was not good.

So, she focused again and stunned a death eater she passed. She was on her way to the Entrance to the castle when she was hurled so high up in the air. Landing, she broke her wrist and she felt the searing pain burn her right hand. She immediately stood up and fixed herself and faced her opponent. She was surprised and a bit sad at who she saw. It was a young girl, probably around 12 or 13, and she had her wand poised to curse her again. Hermione sadly sent her a stunning curse and looked at the little girl's motionless body. It saddened her that little girls like her had to join the battle at such a young age, where they don't really know what's going on and their evil parents had to dictate to them what they were supposed to do. She sent her one last look and walked away. She suddenly remembered her wrist and quickly healed it.

She was running when at the corner of her eye, she spotted a blond man wearing Death Eater robes. She quickly panicked, thinking it was Draco turned Death Eater, and immediately followed him. She avoided spells cast at her and stunned people on her way, and finally reached the blond man. He turned around and she quickly discovered that it was not Draco. A part of her was relieved, and another part of her was overcome with fear. She once again faced a death eater; one whom she realized was Rabastan Lestrange. He was known as a very good dueler and she was having a hard time matching his speed and agility. He was throwing spell after spell after spell at such fast speed that Hermione wasn't able to counter his curses and instead was barely avoiding getting hit. Rabastan looked like what he was doing was easy and he was hurling the spells at her lazily. He had a bored expression on his face which made Hermione angrier, but couldn't find the time to curse him. She was getting tired of docking and jumping, and she was feeling dizzy already. She felt that in a few moments, she would give in and he would have her.

Her legs finally gave in and she braced herself for the curse, but it never came. She blearily opened her eyes and saw Rabastan unconscious on the ground with a man standing over him. She rubbed her eyes.

No. It couldn't be.

But the man came to her and carried her to a safe spot where no one was fighting. She felt the familiar feeling of his hands on her and his familiar scent filled her nose.

"D-Draco?" Hermione mumbled, still too tired.

"Shh, love, it's me."

He set her down and pulled out a potion from a bag he was carrying. He handed it to her and she drank it all up in one gulp. Immediately, her surrounding became clear and her head no longer felt fuzzy. She felt strengthened and blinked up at him.

"You came back."

"Of course, silly. We were arguing about me not fighting and you expect me to not?" he said jokingly.

She smiled, and was about to say something when a blast was heard and falling debris nearly hit them. Draco helped Hermione get to her feet and they both came back to the battle field.

They were sticking close to each other but Draco lost Hermione somewhere in the chaos. He last saw her dueling a Death Eater, but he was too preoccupied with dueling another one. He was pushed farther from her and the next thing he knew, she was out of his sight. He then focused more on his surroundings and was surprised to see that he was driven far from the chaos and near the lake, where no one was fighting. He looked at the two hooded men he was dueling and a curse he threw caused their hoods to fall.

Draco immediately stopped.

"Crabbe? Goyle?"

Goyle looked at him. "Draco? Is that you? We could hardly see in the dark."

The three unconsciously lowered their wands by an inch. Draco looked over to them, wearing complete Death Eater robes and he had sworn he saw the Dark mark on their arms while they were fighting.

"I'd never thought it would come to this." Draco said sadly.

"But it doesn't have to be like this." Goyle replied.

It was the first time Draco heard Crabbe's voice. "What do you mean 'it doesn't have to be like this'? he switched sides!" Crabbe said to Goyle.

Goyle turned on Crabbe. "He's still our friend, Crabbe. Imagine what we would have been in Hogwarts without him?"

"Look what happened to us! We were always on the background, we always were the 'sidekicks', the stupid ones!"

"Don't you remember the time when he helped us, Crabbe? People feared us when we were with him! If he never took us as his friends, people would laugh at us and we'd look more stupid! So what, we kill him? It's not as if we're not friends anymore." Goyle said, trying to reason out with Crabbe.

"Don't you see it Goyle? The moment he turned on the Dark Lord, he left us!"

"He was brave enough to do what was right! Do you think what we're doing is right?"

He completely lowers his wand. "Crabbe, I've had enough of this shit."

Crabbe raised his wand and pointed it at Goyle. "I've had enough of you. Avada Kedavra!"

And, with a flash of green light, Gregory Goyle lay lifeless on the ground, switching sides at the last moment of his life, but not given the chance to fight for what was right.

Draco stands there, flabbergasted at what Crabbe had done to Goyle.

"Crabbe, what have you done?"

"I took the Dark Mark, Draco," he said, showing his arm, "I'm part of them now, and I'm a faithful servant of the Dark Lord. I have to do this." He raises his wand, but Draco was quicker and sent him a stunning spell. He couldn't kill his old friend, despite what the other had done to Goyle.

And as the battle continued around him, as spells and curses were shouted and thrown at each other, as some people died for what they believed in, while others did it because they had to, Draco stood there, over his two childhood friends, sadly looking at them, one dead, and one stunned. When he could no longer look, he left them, sadness and anger filling his heart.

Draco tore out into the chaos, and he fired every one of his spells with fury. He thought of Goyle and Crabbe and some of his other Slytherin classmates who had their fathers as Death Eaters and were forced to kill and destroy. He thought of how they were taught and how he was taught to hate all things muggle and to rule over the world. He thought of how sad it was that it was only him that turned over to the Light side (and Snape, and Goyle, but it was too late for him).

He helped the Gryffindors, some of them he remembered when they were still students and he used to torment them. Some of them didn't know about him changing sides and they tried to curse him, but the just put up a shield charm and did not hurt them. He saw Ron and Neville dueling a pair of Death Eaters, he saw Luna Lovegood sending dementors away with her Patronus, and he saw Dumbledore and Snape and McGonagall.

"DRACO!" He heard someone calling his name. He turned and saw Bellatrix, his crazy aunt. "Hello, my darling nephew." She cooed, coming closer, Draco gripped his wand tight, so tight that his knuckles were white.

"You don't think you could get away, now, could you? Crucio!" She said, and Draco was too late to put up a shield charm. He fell to the floor, pain filling his head and lungs and whole body. She cackled loudly.

"You deserve it, Draco! No one betrays the Dark Lord and survives!" She cursed him again. White dots were appearing and he felt like he was going to faint.

"NOT MY SON, YOU BITCH!" Someone said, and Draco and Bellatrix looked up to find Narcissa storm towards them. Bellatrix cackled.

"Sister! How good for you to come!"

"Don't you hurt my son EVER AGAIN."

"Or what? You'll kill your own sister?" Bellatrix said.

"Yes."

Bellatrix laughed louder. "You couldn't. You were always a soft one, Narcissa. You were always prim and proper and you didn't like dirt on your robes and doing chores. You would scream and run away when we would find dead rabbits in our garden. You couldn't kill me."

Narcissa's face was cold and hard as stone and Bellatrix's voice wavered at the last part.

"Actually, I could and I will. And you have the honor of standing there and watching me as I prove you wrong."

And, before Bellatrix could react further, Narcissa killed her deranged sister.

Draco watched this with his mouth agape. He got up unsteadily and walked over to his shaking mother. She was rooted to the spot, staring in horror at the woman lying dead in front of her.

"I just killed somebody. My sister first, no less." She said, still shocked at what she has done.

Before Draco could reply, a loud crash was heard all around the school. Suddenly, everybody stopped dueling and running and shouting. It was as if the whole world stood frozen for a whole minute. Then, a blinding light surrounded everyone and the scream of Lord Voldemort was heard. All the Death Eaters, including Draco, clutched their arms, because at that moment, they experienced the worst pain they had ever felt in their entire life. It was worse than Crucio, it was as if their forearms were getting burned and being stabbed and being crucioed all at the same time. It hurt Draco so much it was all he could do not to cry and fall to his knees.

And with that, they all knew.

Voldemort has fallen.

Harry Potter has vanquished the Dark Lord, and the prophesy was fulfilled.

There was a second of complete silence.

Then everybody was cheering and shouting and clapping ad crying.

The Great Battle of Hogwarts had ended, and the Light had won.

Aaaargh! I don't really know how to make a good battle scene, okay? I don't know if it's that nice or whatever..I used the same line Molly told Bellatrix, except I used Son instead of Daughter..And Voldemort appears sometime in the end and he faces Harry and some magic thing happens.. I don't really know the details because I was busy watching Draco and Hermione. What do you think of Crabbe and Goyle's part? What do you think of the whole chapter? Please review! Sorry also if there are misspelled words or typos..I kinda had to do this in a hurry because my mom wants me to sleep already but I want to be able to post this already..

I believe that we are nearing the end..One or two more chapters to go..and maybe I'll write an epilogue..