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When the wall exploded beside them, the four friends were flung to the ground roughly, covering their heads as dust, debris, and spells shot over their heads. Fred jumped to his feet and extended his wand as half a dozen Deatheaters climbed out of the hole. George and Kaylee staggered to their feet and were quickly separated from Fred and Hannah as they took on three of the Deatheaters on their own.

"Hannah, get behind me!" Fred shouted, ducking as a green curse shot by his left ear. Hannah jumped to her feet and linked hands with Fred as a wiry but tall Deatheater came running at them. Hannah could see him over Fred's shoulder and her eyes went wide with shock.

"FRED BEHIND YOU!" She screamed, raising her wand. Fred whirled around and let out a cry of horror as the dark haired Deatheater shot a purple curse at his chest. Fred stumbled backwards and raised his wand, squinting through the dusty air. It was almost impossible to see. He didn't want to shoot Hannah by mistake.

"STUPEFY!" He and Hannah yelled together. The Deatheater dodged the spell as easily as if it were a Bludger in a Quidditch game. Despite his gangly appearance, he moved quickly.

"Man I hate this guy!" Hannah snarled under her breath as the Deatheater dodged their curses left and right. The Deatheater laughed like a loon and skipped out of the reach of Fred's next curse. Hannah whirled her wand around and shot hex after hex at him, hoping to reach her target.

"Of all the Deatheaters to fight, we get the bloke who trained for the ballet," Fred groaned. Hannah looked around as he wove his fingers through hers, whipping her around so he could duel the Deatheater, leaving her to guard his back.

"Where are George and Kaylee?" Hannah gasped, standing with her back pressed against Fred's. She kept her wand raised and steady, never still. Fred dared to take his eyes off the Deatheater he was battling to look around in vain for his twin brother. Hannah picked off where he left off as he looked.

"GEORGE?" He shouted out, feeling Hannah's shoulder jerk into his back as she counteracted the orange hex that was aimed for her heart. She swore angrily under her breath and looked around in vain.

"KAYLEE?" She yelled, terrified out of her mind. A distant cry answered her and Fred felt his heart freeze. That voice was George's. He and Hannah exchanged a look and nodded, taking off at a sprint down the long hallway. They abandoned the Deatheater behind them, who became preoccupied with several Ravenclaw students.

"Faster!" Fred choked out, yanking her down to avoid getting hit by the purple flame getting shot over his head. Hannah nodded and looked around desperately for their friends, or for anyone familiar. She couldn't see any of the Order members, nor her brother. It worried her.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" A husky voice roared to her right. Hannah yelped and pulled Fred onto the ground, coughing as she split her lip on the ragged stone. Fred gasped for breath and lifted his head just in time to see the curse that was meant to kill his girlfriend hit a small Deatheater in the back. When the body collapsed beside him, Fred found himself staring into the vacant eyes of Adrian Pucey- the Slytherin Beater who graduated the same year he was supposed to. His throat closed over as he stared into the familiar blue eyes. That was one person he knew who was dead. How many more had already suffered the same fate?

"Keep moving," Hannah choked out, pulling him up again. She wiped away the blood spilling down her chin and grasped Fred's hand tightly. She could feel him shaking in her hand and she forced herself not to look back on the body of the Slytherin.

"How do you think they got away?" He said, jumping over a fallen chunk of stone. A quick glance to his right showed that one of the walls had given in. Hannah shook her head, trying to block out the screams of the crowds in the hall. Students were fighting for their lives against Deatheaters with twice the experience they had. It was cruelty.

"We had half a dozen Deatheaters trying to kill us," she panted, "if we were up against only a couple, that meant George and Kaylee had the rest. They had to run for it, and there is no doubt that the Deatheaters followed." Fred grit his teeth in frustration. Terrible things tended to happen when the twins were separated.

"Get down low," he commanded, pressing his hand on top of Hannah's head. She followed his demand and as she ducked her head she narrowly avoided getting hit with yet another curse. Thank heavens for years of living with a little brother who liked to throw things at her.

"I just pray we get there in time!" She gasped. Fred nodded and opened his mouth to speak butt let out a shout when a giant rumbled into the hallway. Screams echoed around the crumbling floor when he entered. The giant yanked down part of a crumbling wall, sending up a cloud of dust that coated them all. They tried to cover their eyes as the dust hit them, but it was too late- they were nearly blinded from the dirt.

"That's no Grawp!" Fred yelped. The giant lifted his club to his shoulder, blearily looking around through sleepy brown eyes. Hannah and Fred stumbled backwards in hopes to avoid being seen, but when the giant lifted his club to strike down Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet, they knew they had to stop him. Hannah cried out and Fred followed her frightened gaze, watching the giant plunder over to his teammates. Terror leapt into his heart as the girls, unsuspecting, staggered right into the path of the giant.

"LOOK OVER HERE YOU BIG IDIOT!" Hannah shouted, both using every curse they knew to distract the giant. Fred levitated a broken statue to float above the head of the beast and dropped it when he was ready to strike down the girls. Luckily the stone caused the giant to stagger away, rubbing his head.

"That probably wasn't my smartest decision," Fred muttered to Hannah, who laughed in spite of the situation. The giant let out a roar of pain and raised his club to express his anger. Fred and Hannah turned to each other when the giant lumbered around. She searched his eyes and reached out a hand to touch the scrape on his chin before letting her hand fall.

"Whatever happens tonight, I love you," Hannah whispered. Fred grabbed her and pulled her in for one final kiss before turning back to the giant who was stomping towards them. The floor quaked under their feet.

"I love you too Darling," he told her, lifting his wand. "I always will." The giant laid his eyes on the two who were responsible for the large bump on his head and he let out a roar and swung his club in the air before bringing it down to squish them.

"LOOK OUT!" Hannah screeched, diving to the right. Fred dived to the left and felt his cheek scrape against the stone floor and he rolled to the side when the giant brought down his club again- inches from his head. He coughed and staggered to his feet and yelped when the giant swung at him again. He fell to the ground and heard Hannah let out a yelp when the giant turned to her, swinging his club. She jumped out of reach of the club and hit the giant in the knee with her hex, but the spell rebounded and she dived to the ground, barely avoiding getting hit with it.

"HANNAH BEHIND YOU!" Fred bellowed, jumping up and running to her. Hannah whirled around just in time to start duelling a Deatheater who was creeping up behind her. But the giant swung his club and hit Fred in the side, sending him flying into the stone wall, knocking him out cold. He slumped to the ground in the corner and the giant, pleased with himself, went to find another victim.

"Fred!" Hannah cried, out with fright watching him collapse onto the floor. But her attention was diverted back to the blonde Deatheater who was missing several teeth. He snarled at her and grinned darkly as Hannah tried to choose between keeping the Deatheater's attention on her or running over to make sure Fred was alive. Her green eyes flickered up to the Deatheater who was chuckling darkly.

"Your pretty little boyfriend will be just fine without you," he sneered at her. "I can't say the same for you, however!" He lifted his short and thick wand to Hannah and laughed coldly. Hannah stumbled backwards and tripped over the body of a fallen Hufflepuff. She prayed that it wasn't Susan.

"PROTEGO!" Hannah yelped, lifting her wand to cover her face. But the force of the spell sent her flying backwards. She staggered to her feet in the wreckage of the corridor, trying to keep Fred in sight. But the Deatheater was persistent.

"Get back here, you pretty little thing," he cackled. "I'm going to get you either way!" Hannah rolled her eyes and dropped to the floor when he tried to hit her with another killing curse.

"When hell freezes over," she retorted, coughing as the dust in the air filled her lungs. She grabbed her wand and started to fight back, but as she fought back the Deatheater pushed forward, forcing her to step back every time. She heard screams fill the corridor as giant spiders flooded down below. She closed her eyes momentarily and tried to remember why she was fighting.


Dominic, Susan, and Lee stood in a triangle in the middle of the battle, fighting off the curses that were aimed at them while protecting each other.

"Fat lard on your left," Lee shouted to Dominic. Dominic turned to his left and grinned at the heavy blond Deatheater who was huffing and puffing in his attempt to get at Dominic.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" He cried. The large blonde let out a squeal as Dominic's curse sent him flying through the glass window and into the battle yard below. He let out an exhilarated laugh and Susan rolled her eyes but smiled all the same.

"You're getting a lot of pleasure out of this," she sighed, dodging a red curse that was aimed for her temple. She started to duel the female Deatheater who tried to kill her and Dominic scoffed.

"Just making sure I go out with a bang Love," he called with a grin. His battle wounds so far consisted of a large scrape on his cheekbone from falling into the stone wall, a sprain in his opposite wand arm from when the wall exploded beside them, and a deep cut in his shoulder. Lee was worse, with several gashes along his back and a definite broken hand. Susan was doing well, having been protected by the boys.

"Dominic," Lee called, grunting as his protective shield was hit hard. He tilted his eyes to look at Hannah's little brother and he sighed.

"Yes Lee?" Dominic responded, leaping backwards when a spider went flying past his head. He hated the bloody beasts. Lee swallowed the lump in his throat and blinked rapidly. He stared at the ceiling, trying to get rid of the tears in his eyes.

"If I don't make it out of here alive tonight," he said in a quivering voice, "will you tell your sister and Fred that I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused? And tell them and George that I love them?" Dominic nodded, close to tears himself now at the thought of someone he knows dying in the battle tonight. Already he had seen a group of students get brutally murdered by a couple of giants and he saw a group of Deatheaters fall to their death on the covered bridge. If he lost any of his friends, he wasn't sure he could handle the rest of the night.

"Will do, River," he called in reference to Lee's Potterwatch name. "But I'll make sure you live to see them again." Lee grinned and Susan reached over to take his hand, squeezing it gently. Dominic looked wildly around the Great Hall in search of a familiar face, in particular his sister. But the faces in the fighting crowd were almost unrecognizable because of the dirt smeared on them and the coloured curses and hexes flying left and right.

"DOMINIC!" A voice screamed out. Dominic felt his heart freeze- where did he hear that voice before? Surely it couldn't be-

"VICTORIA?" He shouted, whirling around. A tiny black haired girl in torn Gryffindor robes flew at him, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. He hugged her back, relief flooding his strong body. He never thought he would see her again.

"It's really you!" She laughed, clinging to him tightly. She pulled away from him long enough to grin up at him, her large eyes peering out from beneath her bangs. Dominic grinned back and she made their fighting triangle a square.

"How did you get back here?" He asked, blocking a curse from hitting Susan in the back. "I thought you went on the run!" Victoria shook her dark head and grinned again, dancing backwards from several rapid fire hexes. Her flushed cheeks grinned again.

"Nope," she said, "I met up with a few mates of mine who were on the run too, and we hid in the old Zonko's joke shop! The basement was a perfect hiding spot!" Dominic laughed at her genius plan and gestured to Susan and Lee.

"No time for introductions," he gasped, "but I hope you remember these two!" Susan looked over her shoulder and squealed in delight when Victoria waved at her happily. Susan's face broke out into a quick grin.

"I thought I wasn't going to see you again!" She cried in joy, momentarily becoming the teenager she was supposed to be. Victoria winked and helped her fight back a large spider that was scurrying towards them.

"Back at you," she panted, wiping the sweat from her brow. Her ragged appearance told the story of how she had been surviving all week. "But I can't let my home go to ruins!" She turned back to Dominic who was swearing angrily as he fought with Dolohov.

"GET BACK YOU BUGGAR!" He shouted, wincing as the curse fired at him grazed his side, splitting open his shirt.

"Where's your sister?" Victoria cried, her long black hair whipping around her face as cold air rushed into the hallway from the broken windows. Dominic pointed upwards to the second floor and frowned. Victoria raised her head and yelped and dived to the side when some plaster fell right where she was standing.

"She's with Fred and George Weasley," he said. "And Kaylee Oak. I haven't seen her since the battle started." Victoria squeezed his arm in sympathy as he fought back the tears in his eyes.

"We'll find her," she said firmly. Susan nodded her head in agreement, and Lee Jordan let out a battle cry as he brought down a Deatheater. His cheer sent everyone's spirits soaring high about the outcome of the war. Dominic raised his voice to join Lee's in a whoop of delight, Susan let out a happy cry, and little Victoria let out an exhilarated scream that filled the Great Hall.


"Oh how I hate Deatheaters!" Kaylee cried, slamming her body to the wall as a Deatheater levitated a heavy rock to throw at her head. George cried out and pressed himself against her to shield her from an exploding statue.

"You and I both, Love," he grunted, brushing the dirt out of his hair. Kaylee whipped around and flung a curse over George's shoulder, making him yelp for fear of losing his other ear. The Deatheater sneaking up him collapsed and got trampled by several Deatheaters and a few statues that were chasing them.

"Oh, shut up you big baby," she retorted, twirling her wand around her fingers. George chuckled and turned around to hit a spider that was making its way towards Lavender Brown. The beast squealed and fell on its back, twitching its legs before ceasing to move. Kaylee knuckled him in appreciation and smiled up at her fiancé.

"I never liked spiders," George mused. Kaylee smirked and her brown eyes suddenly widened as the ground under their feet rumbled. Everyone stopped fighting long enough to try to remain upright. Kaylee and George wobbled, feeling the ground lurch beneath them.

"George look out!" She yelped. She yanked him up against the wall as a deep fissure cracked through the floor, separating the floor into two separate pieces. People screamed and flung themselves to the ground as the Great Hall became exposed below them. George and Kaylee clung to the wall, holding each other tightly. They tried to block out the wails of the wounded and the screams of those who fell through the cavern as the rumbling stopped. They remained frozen in spot for several seconds in fear of the ground quaking again. When it didn't, George stepped back.

"Careful Love," George instructed her, helping her gain her footing when it ended. Kaylee smiled up at him gratefully but their happiness was short lived when a dangerously familiar voice jeered out from the shadows.

"Hello Girlie," he said in a raspy tone. Kaylee felt her heart leap into her throat and her fingers clutched George's shirt. Surely it wasn't-

"Greyback?" She squeaked out. George stiffened his arms around her as he stared desperately into the shadows to search out the werewolf who wanted Kaylee to be his and George dead. Greyback stepped out of the shadows of the crumbling hall and cackled. Fresh blood trickled down the front of his chest as he jumped forward, arching his back and smiling evilly. One look told George and Kaylee that the blood wasn't his.

"Oh yes," he wheezed. "And if I were you, I would step away from Ginger and join me. Otherwise, we're going to see some more pure blood spilled tonight." Kaylee looked up at George desperately, touching his scraped nose. He shook his head violently and grasped her ringed hand in his.

"Don't even think about it," he told her. Kaylee felt tears start to stream down her cheeks as he kissed her forehead. Greyback growled and to pass the time took a swipe at a small boy who was running past. Colin Creevey, just shy of turning seventeen, let out a scream of pain and stumbled to his knees, clutching his stomach. Kaylee and George cried out and reached out their hands to help little Colin, who looked up at them in misery, but Greyback lifted his heavy boot and kicked Colin so hard in the ribs the tiny Gryffindor tumbled down to the Great Hall, where he fell on the stone floor and moved no more.

"YOU'RE A BEAST!" Kaylee screamed at Greyback, tears stinging her eyes. "HE WAS ONLY A LITTLE BOY!" George held her back as she tried to throw herself at the werewolf in fury. She loved Colin like he was her own brother. Now he was dead.

"And your pretty little boyfriend will suffer the same fate if you don't join me," Greyback wheezed, trying to tickle her under her chin. She jerked away from him and yanked out her wand, holding it to his eyes and shaking violently from anger.

"The day I join you is the day I stop loving George," she cried. Her upset tears were now replaced with tears of rage as she listened to the battle serge on around her. George pulled out his wand and they stood side by side, waiting for Greyback to strike. The werewolf stood still for a moment, a sickly smile crossing his face.

"Have it your way," he jeered. In a single leap he sprung at George, knocking the one eared prankster to the ground. George grunted in pain and his wand was flung from him. It nearly went over the edge by Kaylee dived for it and grasped the handle just in time. Greyback snapped at George's face, but he jerked back in time.

"GEORGE NO!" She screamed. Panic flooded her chest as George and Greyback wrestled on the stone. Greyback was snapping at George's pale neck, but George was fighting him off with every last bit of strength he had. He was grateful to his years of Beater duty.

"The wand," George gurgled out when Greyback wrapped his thick hands around his neck. Kaylee let out a small sob when George's face started to turn blue and she fumbled for her own wand. She mustered all the concentration she could as George gasped for breath, weakly clawing at Greyback's face. Greyback chuckled darkly as he watched the light start to leave George Weasley's blue eyes.

"I told you she'd be mine," he sneered in his good ear. He let out a sudden high pitched yelp like a dog when Kaylee shot him on the ass with a strong stinging hex. He let go of George's neck to clutch his ass, which gave George time to roll out from under him and stagger to his feet, gasping for breath. He motioned to Kaylee with one hand, struggling with words.

"My wand," he choked out. Kaylee tossed it through the air towards him and George caught it in one swift motion, both he and Kaylee turning back to the now raging werewolf.

"You'll regret that one, my sweet," Greyback growled. Kaylee smirked darkly from under her hair and waved her wand through the air.

"No," she mused, "I have no regrets. Do you have any before we kill you?" Greyback let out a bark of laughter and curled his toes under him, getting ready to pounce. He stared up into Kaylee's dirty face and smiled darkly. Over her head a flaming body fell through the hole and into the turmoil below.

"I only regret not taking your pathetic ginger down with us," he barked before springing towards her. George let out a yell of rage and dove towards her, knocking her down. Greyback let out a howl and sailed into the gaping hole, grasping for something that would give him a holdfast. His howl faded, and Kaylee and George got to their knees and embraced each other- the threat of Greyback was gone. Now they had to save Hannah and Fred from whatever danger they were in.


Fred was finally stirring when the floor started to split in two. For a moment of time, he didn't know where he was. He peered around blearily from his spot on the floor and with a growing horror remembered what had happened to him. He staggered to his feet, momentarily blinded by the pain he was feeling.

"Hannah?" He called out, running out into the chaos. He finally saw her duelling with a Deatheater in the middle of the floor, but when the ground under their feet started to rumble, everyone paused in their duelling to try to keep from falling over.

"Fred?" Hannah called out to him, whirling around to see his face. But her soft voice got lost in the screams of the crowd as the floor started to split in two. Fred watched in horror as the ground Hannah was standing on cracked in half. Her look turned to panic and she took off at a run, but the ground finally broke apart and she dived for the ledge, grasping helplessly at the broken stone, barely stopping herself from slipping to the same fate as the others around her. The Deatheater she had nearly defeated fell down into the crowds below.

"HANNAH HOLD ON DARLING!" Fred screamed in panic, rushing into the dust cloud. He dove to the ground and edged his way on the broken stone towards Hannah, who was losing her grasp on the floor. She coughed as dust flew into her face and desperately reached out her long fingers to Fred. She licked her dusty lips as she struggled to remain on the ledge.

"Fred," she said weakly. Her arms quivered under the strain of supporting her body. She slipped and she cried out in fright. "I can't hold on much longer!" Fred flung himself at her hands, scraping his knees and elbows on the stone. He grasped her hands in his and held on tightly. His blue eyes sought hers to keep himself remembering why he was fighting tonight.

"I've got you," Fred panted. Hannah smiled but they both cried out when the stone cracked under the weight of the two of them. Fred nearly lost his grasp on her- his hands were sweaty. He grit his teeth and tried to pull her up, but with no foot hold for either of them all efforts were useless. Hannah shook her head and smiled faintly, relaxing her tense arms.

"It's no use," Hannah said, all traces of panic gone in her voice. "You'll have to let me go!" Fred looked at her in horror. He was already separated from his twin. He wasn't about to be separated from Hannah.

"Are you insane?" He cried, "I'm not dropping you!" Hannah shook her head and looked below her, tucking her legs underneath her so she could get a better view of the battlefield. In between colourful hexes and flying bodies and the occasional explosion she got a view of what was under her. Her Ravenclaw brain worked to figure out the plan of action.

"Look Fred!" She said, pointing with her boot. "I'll drop right onto the staircase. You can meet me down there!" Fred looked and sure enough, not even fifteen feet below her toes was the wide staircase. If she was careful, she would drop safely onto it. Fred looked her in the eye, kissing her gently, tasting the blood from her cut lip. She kissed him back and smiled against his lips.

"Be careful Hannah," he whispered. She smiled up at him one last time and slipped her hands out of his, and Fred grasped at the air as she disappeared into the smoky haze below. He could only helplessly watch the battle rage on below for a few short seconds before jumping to his feet and dashing for the stairway that would bring him into the heat of the war.


He didn't know what had happened. Their perfect square had broken apart the moment the ceiling caved in on them. Susan and Victoria were separated from Lee, who had been flung out a window and into the battle outside. Dominic staggered to his feet in the wreckage, wiping a trickle of blood that was flooding his eye. He looked to his left and right in search of a familiar face.

"SUSAN?" He shouted out, doubling over to cough. Wearily, Dominic lifted his head and took off down the hallway into a lesser filled part of the battle. To his left was the main staircase that he decided to avoid, and to his right was the hallway leading towards the Room of Requirements. He dashed down that hallway, trusting his gut to bring him back to Susan.

The sight that met his eyes was terrible. A group of students were fighting back Dementors with their Patronuses, and to his delight and at the same time, horror, Victoria and Susan were part of the group.

"SUSAN!" He screamed, rushing forwards. "VICTORIA!" The girls were too far away for them to hear him. But he could see Charlie Weasley in the crowd, fighting side by side with them. They all lifted their wands and in the air leapt out the shapes of a dragon, a toucan, and a tiger. The Dementors scurried backwards into the shadows of the night, but then a crowd of Deatheaters surged into the room, attacking the group. But all of a sudden, Professor Carrow stepped out of the shadows and raised his wand, pointing it at Victoria's back. His sister joined him, ready to smite Susan.

"NO!" Dominic yelled. He raised his wand to fight them off, but the Carrow siblings turned around to see who was trying to stop them. Dominic came to a halt, and froze in place, pure hatred flooding his veins. Alecto Carrow grinned, her graveyard teeth sending a shudder down Dominic's spine. She cackled and looked at her brother, who looked like Christmas had come early. The Dementor fighters fled the scene just after the Dementors had left and went to join the others in the hallway.

"Look who we have here, Amycus!" She squealed to her jeering brother. "It's itsy bitsy baby Dominic Jay! The Mudblood who nearly wrecked our classes!" Dominic stuck out his jaw in defiance. He remembered the words of his sister to always stay strong.

"We've been waiting to punish you, Boy," Amycus sneered. He and his sister grinned at each other before looking back at Dominic, who was starting to realize the severity of his situation. But he stood his ground, his wand firmly grasped in his large hand.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Alecto squealed. Dominic tried to dive to the side to avoid the curse, but his wand was flung out of his hand and straight into the witch's outstretched fingers. She giggled and snapped it in half, flinging the pieces down. The wood was broken beyond repair now.

"Oops," Amycus said, pretending to pout. Dominic felt all hope sink from his chest as his one hope of getting out of there alive was destroyed. He scrambled backwards on the stone, not taking his eyes from the face of the two people he loathed the most. He wiped the blood from his face and spat at the feet of the Deatheaters who were slowly descending upon him.

"You absolute pigs," he shouted in defiance. Amycus narrowed his eyes and raised his wand to the brash Dominic. Dominic narrowed his green eyes at his old Professor.

"CRUCIO!" He screamed. Dominic's screams of pain mingled with the screams of the other people out in the corridor who were fighting for their lives. But there was one difference- they had a wand. Dominic was defenseless. When the pain was lifted he let out a small sob and pressed his cheek into the stone, the pain of the cutting edges was less painful than the Cruciatis Curse.

"Can wittle baby Jay not take it anymore?" Alecto crooned mockingly, reaching down her hand to stroke his cheek. She struck him across the face, deepening a cut on his cheek with a ring on her finger. He yelped in pain and staggered to his feet, trying to run, but her curse hit him in the back, knocking him flat to the ground. He thrashed on the stone, bruising every part of his body as the pain became the only thing he knew. Images flashed behind his eyelids- his parents smiling down on him, his sister laughing as he teased her, and Susan kissing his cheek lovingly. That's why he was alive.

"I SAID ENOUGH!" He screamed, fighting off the pain. He flung himself at Amycus and closed his Beater hands around the throat of his enemy, staring into his cold and evil eyes as he choked him. Amycus gasped for air and tried to scratch Dominic, but the Ravenclaw held on for dear life, reminding himself that he had a sister who needed him, a girlfriend who he was going to marry someday, and a life to live. He wasn't going to give up without a fight.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Alecto screamed, waving her Willow wand at him. Dominic yelped in pain as he was flung off of her brother and into the stone wall. White spots danced in front of his eyes as his head hit the wall. He fell to his knees, vomiting blood. Never had he felt pain like this. It was like they were trying to kill him. With a jolt of realization, he knew that's what they were trying to do.

"I told you this would happen," Amycus jeered to his sister. "I knew he would die by our hands." As Dominic tried to regain his control of breathing, Amycus walked over slowly, the sound of his heavy boots echoing around the corridor. Dominic wondered vaguely why he couldn't hear the sounds of the battle anymore. All he could hear was the sound of his own heart, beating in his ears.

"You're going to lose," Dominic choked out, wiping blood from his chin. He started to quiver violently as the world flipped suddenly. He collapsed onto the ground and gasped for air, the edges of his eyesight going black. Alecto let out an exhilarated laugh at the sight of the fading Dominic Edward. He was getting weaker. He knew he was.

"Correction, child," she sneered coldly, "you and the rest of your little Mudblood friends are going to lose. And you won't live to see it happen!" Dominic coughed a bubble of blood and wearily wiped it away, licking his blood soaked lips with his tongue. He looked up blearily at the Deatheaters and looked away, expecting more pain.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!" Amycus roared. Dominic screamed in pain as his chest, stomach, and cheeks were slashed. His scarlet blood drenched the front of his shirt and the stone around him. He curled up on his side and clutched the fox charm around his neck. He wanted his sister. But he didn't want her to see him like this. He wanted her last memory of him to be one of him when he was strong and happy. Not broken and dying on the floor of Hogwarts.

"Weak," Amycus growled, kicking the boy with every word. Dominic groaned as new wounds were opened. But he didn't fight back. It wasn't in him to. "Arrogant. Useless. Mudblood. Pathetic. No good. You're not worthy to call yourself a wizard." His words were echoing in Dominic's head as he took his beating, but he never raised his head. Finally, Alecto shook her head and snorted with disgust.

"Let's just leave him," she snarled at her brother, looking in disinterest at Dominic. "He's going to be dead soon enough. Let's go see if we can find his sister." Amycus made a noise of agreement and spat at Dominic's wilting frame.

"You got all that was coming to you," he growled, kicking him once more in the chest. They left in a swirl of dark cloaks and laughter. Finally, Dominic was alone in the hallway. He coughed into his hand and when he pulled it away, he wasn't surprised to see it coated in blood. He was tired. He knew that this was the end for him. Dominic turned on his back to look up at the night sky, right where part of the roof had caved in. His green eyes stared up at the stars for one last glimpse of beauty as his breathing became more and more shallow. The moonlight danced across his freckled face as he looked up, oddly calm. He wasn't frightened. He wasn't scared to die.

"I love you," he breathed out, remembering all he loved. His parents, Neville, Ginny, Victoria, Fred, the rest of the Weasleys, Kaylee, and finally- Hannah. His sister who he loved more than life itself. He hoped he made her proud. He smiled faintly, glad she wasn't there to see him like this. He reached up a shaky hand to touch his fox charm once more and he let his hand fall onto his chest limply. It was time for him to say goodbye. Dominic Edward Jay took a final breath and let it out slowly, his green eyes fluttering shut, and moved no more.

AN- I cried so hard when I wrote this. I bawled for the longest time. I'm sorry to see him go, because I grew to love him like my own brother. Please forgive me! Review please, and I pray you won't hate me for this!