Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Kyran Lynch. Kinda. But the rest is the amazing Ms Rowlings!

A/N: Ok. So I really didn't have a clue on this chapter! I was like.. whatdoIdo. But I promised myself it would be up by Monday. And as I'm writing this it's Sunday. Sooo. I'm kinda just, going to make it up as I go along. Sorry if it's bad. Anywho, here we go. Ohh. Btw this story is nearly finished. It is my first one. It was never gonna be long.

Chapter 20: Malfoymort.

Harry, Ron and me jumped up instantly, wands at the ready. Suddenly it felt like we were back hunting hocruxes all over again. Suddenly, it was the golden trio against the world.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled. But Malfoy had improved, even since I last duelled him. He blocked it easily.

"Stupefy!" Kyran intervened. His spell was also blocked easily.

"Now now Kyran. Is that any way to greet your cousin?" Malfoy asked silkily.

"You're no cousin of mine." Kyran spat in response, but Malfoy had a twinkle in his eye.

"Oh, I didn't mean me." He said, and stepped to the side. Out from the shadows, came another figure. Malfoy senior.

Lucius.

The feeling of unity dissolved. It was me, me on my own. It was just the brains against everyone, just like that night at Malfoy manor. But the brains alone was useless. Useless without bravery and resilience. I had to force myself to remember that Harry and Ron were nearby. Not in a dungeon where they couldn't reach me.

"What are you doing here?" Harry spoke in his I'm-Harry-Potter-don't-mess-with-me-tone that he used when he was at work being an auror.

"Why, I came to help my son finish what he started." Lucius replied. Then father and son pointed their wands straight at my head.

However good they might of got, I was still Hermione Granger. Plus, Lucius was obviously not using his own wand. His wand probably got snapped. He was also rusty from being in Askaban.

"Confringo!" I screamed and Lucius' hair caught on fire. Patting the fire out, he looked up; saw me and narrowed his grey eyes.

"That wasn't very nice." He said simply. "Immobulus" I felt my limbs stiffen. I couldn't move, I could only watch in horror as he raised his wand a second time.

"Finite incantatum." Ron yelled, pointing his wand at me. My muscles relaxed and I leaped out of the way of a spell.

"Reducto!" Draco Malfoy was blasted aside. He glared at me. Oops.

"Sectumsempra!" He shrieked. But I was ready for it.

"Protego!" I was sheilded instantly, but apparently, someone behind me was not.

"Aaaaagh!" I heard a scream and whirled around. Kyran was stood infront of me with his arms out. I looked over his shoulder to see Malfoy junior pointing his wand at him.

"Expelliarmus!" I cried. Malfoy's wand flew out of his hand and Kyran crumpled to the floor.

"Take him to st. Mungoes! Go! We will deal with them!" Harry yelled at me, nodding, I took Kyran's hand and disapperated.

As soon as I landed, we were swamped. Healers and nurses came and took Kyran away. I followed them up the stairs and tried to get into the room, but they stopped me.

"Sorry, you can't come in." they told me sadly.

"But, I'm his wife!" I exclaimed, but they just shook their heads and I had to wait outside.

Around me, healers bustled. People with bizzare injuries were carried past, but I kept my gaze fixed on the door white infront of me.

Kyran had saved my life. I realized that then. He had shielded me from the spell. But why?

We knew eachother fairly well, yes. We could tolerate eachother. But he was meant to be arrogant and selfish, not the sort of person who saves someone they barely even like.

And that's when it fell into place. That's when I knew. There was only one thing that could make me leave my family in the middle of a fight. Only one thing that could leave The Weasley's and Harry to save one person.

Maybe it wasn't love yet. But that's definitely where it was headed. And it was weird, I had always imagined I would find love at first sight. Or maybe, if that didn't happen, I would atleast like the guy when I met him. But I had hated Kyran.

Most of all, I had never in a million years thought I would be happy with someone that I didn't choose myself. And no, I wasn't happy yet. But now I was convinced I would be. Only, Kyran was now on a hospital bed, with no guarantee of survival.

God. Karma just absolutely hates. Me.

"Ms Granger?" A nurse appeared in the doorway I had been staring at.

"Umm.. yes? What is it?" I asked. There was worry in my voice, she heard this and smiled reassuringly.

"You can go in and see him now Ms Granger." She told me. I jumped up and hugged her.

"Thankyou! And it's Mrs Lynch now." I said, before running in.

Kyran was very pale, and barely breathing. If the nurses wand on the bedside table hadn't been pulsing in recognition of Kyran's heart still beating, I would have though he was dead. "What spell was he hit by?" I asked. My voice hoarse, it was then that I noticed my face was wet. Had I been crying?

"We don't know. It seems to be a modification of the cruciatus. It makes the victim feel mental pain. They relive their worst memories in their heads. So it is worse for some and better for others depending on the amount of bad memories one has. It seems, for Mr Lynch here, it was bad enough to make him go unconscious." Said the nurse. I just nodded. I didn't know much of Kyran's past, but I had certainely never imagined it to be bad.

I sat there. It felt like hours and hours and all I did was sit there, clutching his hand. Finally, I fell asleep.

"Mione?" I was woken up by a voice so quiet, it shouldn't have been audible. But it was. And it woke me up.

"Kyran?" I asked once I opened my eyes. "Are you ok? What happened? What did you see?" I asked in a rush. He smiled weekly.

"My sister... the war. Stuff. Bad stuff." He concluded, closing his eyes again.

"Your sister? I didn't know you had a sister." I said. Not hiding my confusion.

"Died. In war." He explained. See, being married to him and all, I should know this.

"Oh." I replied softly. "How old was she?" I watched as his face contorted into a small, sad if he was remembering a good memory.

"Five. Only five. Called Kaitlyn." I nodded again. Suddenly the door burst open.

"Oh my son! How are you! We came as soon as we could." Mr and Mrs Lynch came in. I recognised this as family time, so I slipped out. Harry and Ron were waiting for me.

"We caught them. They're off to Askaban right now." Ron said grimly, I nodded.

"Time to go back." I said, and together we disapperated back to the tent.

Only a few bodies were on the floor. Pansy, obviously. Ron look very shaken with that. Maybe he had been starting to care for her. And two other bodies. Someone from Kyran's side and a gnome.

I hid my face in Harry's shoulder. I didn't like seeing death. I didn't like seeing bodies. None of us did.

"Well atleast we know one thing from today." Ron said quietly. Me and Harry looked at him.

"What?" I asked.

"Kyran would risk his life for you 'Mione."