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End of term! Woo-hoo! This means I can update a lot more :)))))))) I am truly sorry I have been a horrible writer and not uploading much but now that it is the end of term, you can expect three or four updates a week! Plus, I'm writing longer chapters now, so the uploads will be really juicy ;) This chapter is an exception with only a little under 2k words :\ Thanks for all those lovely review before! Really motivates me to write xx

"You shouldn't have come," mum chastised as she bandaged my collarbone. It had turned out that not only had I broke my arm during the duel with a Death Eater, my collarbone had also been dislocated. Mum was one of the many healers who came from St. Mungo's to Hogwarts to help the injured.

I winced as she tightened the bandage. Now that all the adrenalin had left me, it was impossible to move any part of my left arm or shoulder without being engulfed in pain. "Mum-" I started exasperatedly, but she interrupted me.

"You are barely at age," she said angrily, her expression warning me not to argue with her. Naturally, I had to.

"But-"

"No, Charlie. I do not care how noble your cause was! How would you have felt if you lost someone you cared about! Do you think I'll be able to live with myself?" she scolded.

I was suddenly angry. I was not her little girl anymore. I was seventeen. Turning eighteen. And I had lost someone that I cared about.

"You're being selfish," I told her, "Mum, I am not six anymore. I can make decisions for myself, if that means fighting in this war."

"Not just this war, Charlie. I'm also talking about the one last summer," she said. I froze, suddenly unable to meet mum's eyes. Mum sighed, tying up my bandage. "Chiron told me as soon as you left. I was furious with you," she finished.

Of course. Chiron. Next time I saw him, I was going to tell him to mind his own horsey business. They never understood any of my intentions. All they cared about was me and I hated that. It was about time they looked at the big picture. There were always going to wars, no matter how hard you avoid it. And there were always going to be death in wars no matter how hard you avoid it. And maybe those deaths could have included me. But I would rather die fighting for something I believe in, fighting for those I cared about, rather than live knowing that I could have made a difference.

"Well," I said coldly, "you'll be even more disappointed when I tell you that I am going back to camp, and I will be most likely fighting in another war." I was not asking for her permission. I was informing her, as she was my mum.

Shockingly, mum pulled me into a hug. "I could never be disappointed with you Charlie. I was just furious you left without even telling me. You'll always be a Gryffindor, my Gryffindor hero. Loyal, brave and selfless."

I hugged mum back. Even though I knew I was going back to camp anyways, it was reassuring knowing that mum approved me doing what I was going to do. I was grateful that Chiron didn't tell mum about Luke. If he did, then mum would be freaking out right now.

"Well, stay safe, will you?" mum said to me with a sad smile, before she was called to attend another injured student.

I went downstairs to say goodbye to Seamus and Dean yet again, after only barely united. As much as I hated leaving them again to worry, it was my duty to go back to camp and fight in yet another war.

As I turned a corner, walking down the stairs, I headfirst bumped into someone. I couldn't blame myself though, being weary and drained out after a battle. The reality of me fighting in yet another war was daunting, but it was unavoidable.

"Ugh, it's you, Silvertongue. I was personally hoping you died," I heard as I rubbed my forehead, forcing myself to keep my eyelids from drooping. I didn't really need to, now that I had heard a voice that I wanted to personally chuck down to Tartarus.

I lashed forward, punching him in his cheek. Malfoy winced in pain as he clutched his cheek, stumbling backwards as I shoved him against the wall. I took a few steps back, pointing my wand directly at him.

"You traitor," I said, my voice dangerously low, "why are you not locked up like the rest of your Death Eater friends?"

"Don't point your stupid stick at me, Silvetongue," he spat at me, rubbing his pale cheek.

"I should blast at where you are at right now," I growled, blood rushing into my ears, "It would save the Ministry a lot of work." Despite everything, I was reluctant. I was afraid of what I was going to do when I was angry. My hamartia, or my fatal flaw, was letting my emotions control what is left of my common sense.

"Then why don't you do it?" he asked me cockily. Damn, he would never stop, would he? He was literally at the mercy of my anger, and here he was, riling me up, even more.

"You killed them all," I whispered (), jabbing him with my wand under his chin. "If you didn't let the Death Eaters in, Dumbledore would've never died. It's all your fault."

Malfoy raised his eyebrow. "Excuse me," he said glaring at me, "you were the one who didn't kill me when you found out I was Death Eater." As hard as I didn't want to admit it, he did have a point. It was all my fault. But of course, I chose to deny it. It was unfair. I didn't know he was going to let Death Eaters in the school.

"Shut up!" I roared at him, earning another eye roll as he crossed his arm. The surprising thing was that he actually shut up. There was a minute of silence as thoughts ran through my head. I really did not want to let my anger get the best of me, so as tempting as it sounded to hex him into oblivion, I decided against it.

"You asshole," I spat at him, lowering my wand, "If I see you again, I will wipe that smug smile off your face." I the stormed towards the stairs, my breathing hard. Even though I knew Azkaban was where this slimy little ferret, I knew it wasn't my job to put him there. It was the Ministry's job. And if they haven't already put him in there, it was either they missed him, or just as simple as that he wasn't going to Azkaban. It was definitely wrong that he wasn't there, but it was the Ministry's decision. I knew for a fact that when I become an Auror, the first person I was going to send to Azkaban would be Malfoy and his Death Eater family.

I barely made it another metre before Malfoy snickered, "Of course. Because you're too scared to fight me."

I crossed my arms, furrowing my brows in anger. "I am not too scared to fight you," I growled frustrated, wanting to pull my wand out straight away. But I knew he wanted me to do just that. Look like an absolute psychopath by attacking him.

"Then do it. I bet I can kick your ass," he replied with an arrogant smirk.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. "I'll save it for a later time," I said monotonously. The only satisfaction I felt was when I saw Malfoy's face fall with disappointment. He so obviously wanted me to make a fool out of myself by proving that I had anger issues. Pftt, as if. I so did not have anger issues.

I made my way downstairs to the Great Hall, bracing myself to say goodbye to Seamus and Dean again. I could almost hear their disapproval, but in the end, it was my decision, and they had to respect it. I found them sitting at the corner of the Great Hall with Aberforth, a mug of Butterbeer in their hands. They were laughing and smiling, and I felt slightly guilty that it was going to be wiped off in the next few minutes.

Seamus motioned me, patting the seat next to him. "Hey," I said, a tired force smile plastered on my face. Don't get me wrong, I was glad and relieved that none of my friends or family had been taken away from me because of the war, and the fact that the war was over, but that meant facing yet another war.

Dean handed me a mug of Butterbeer, which I accepted gratefully. I talked half-heartedly with them, before Aberforth insisted he go to let us have some time together.

"What's with the frown?" Dean asked me after studying me for a minute.

I sighed. Of course Dean would've seen right through my shitty acting. He was the more observant one, whereas Seamus was the blunt but playful one. Rubbing my forehead, I said, "I'm going back to camp. Typhoon's nearly onto Olympus." I waited for their protests, but they never came. What came at me was a hug from both Seamus and Dean.

"We understand," Dean said softly, patting my back. We stood like that for a minute until I chuckled playfully, "You're meant to stop me from going. It's almost as though you want me to die."

Seamus laugh died in his throat when Dean shot him a dirty look. "Ha-ha," Dean said, rolling his eyes, "typical of you to make something like that to a joke."

I shrugged, running my fingers through my soot covered hair. "Honestly though, I have to go back," I said, my tone serious again, "I don't even know whether I'll survive. I've seen Lu- Kronos' army and its one heck of an army."

"Well," Seamus said after a gulp of Butterbeer, "camp has you, and I know you are one heck of an army."

I gave him a half-hearted smile. "Well, I better be off. This might be the last time I see you," I said quietly, holding my hand up to stop my two best friends from interrupting. I finished, my voice croaky and cracking a little, "I just want to say that you're the most amazing people I have ever had the fortune to come across in my life and I just want to say thank you because you stuck with me and you supported me and…"

I didn't know what else I could say to them. No words could have described how much I loved them. Seamus and Dean seemed to understand and they engulfed me in another hug.

"Don't talk like that. We know you're going to make it out alive," Seamus said.

I didn't trust myself to speak, so I merely nodded, squished in probably what was our last hug together.

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