Chapter 37

Draco Malfoy peeked around the corner. He hadn't been at dinner when the wards went down. He had been in the very back of the library when the castle had shuddered, reading a very thick book about ghosts, but had immediately dropped it after the first shudder.

He wasn't frightened. Malfoys were never frightened. No he was just being cautious. Something was happening to the school that was alien to him, and he was going to find out what it was. This whole racket was more than likely caused by Potter. That damn ghost was always causing trouble. He was pulled out of his musings when a blond girl streaked past in a blur.

A smirk curled his lips, Now what is little Looney Lovegood doing away from Pothead Potter?

The Headmaster sighed softly as he gazed around himself on the front lawns of Hogwarts. Bodies lay everywhere. Some were just unconscious and others were beyond help.

A mad cackle caught his attention and he turned in time to see several Aurors cut down by Tom Riddle. Blue eyes zeroed in on a large snake on the Dark Lord's shoulders. Just one more left, and with that thought he stepped in front of the most powerful Dark Lord to haunt the wizarding world, and raised his wand.

Portraits watched as a ghost rushed through the halls and walls at break neck speeds, a look of panic on his usually emotionless face. Thoughts flashed through his mind before being discarded. He would find Luna, and then he would kill whatever low life had dared to harm her.

A girly scream made him push his ghostly legs to their limit. That had been Luna's scream.

In an unused classroom a small blond girl lay huddled behind an overturned desk as a boy shot hex after hex at her. She hadn't anticipated an attack from behind, and was left defenseless as the 12 year old boy cursed her.

Boils and a good number of cuts littered her pale frame, silent sobs of anger and fear racked her body. She was stronger than this. I can't just lay here and take it. Luna's body tensed before she dove for the wand that had been blasted out of her hand, and scooped it up just as a bone breaking curse hit her left leg.

A scream was torn from her lips as her bone cracked and splintered.

Draco Malfoy laughed, with a sneer plastered on his face. He never saw a dark figure step into the room, and by the time it took for him to realize that they were not alone, it was too late.

The ghost of Harry Potter slammed his magic into blonde's body with more force than one thought a six year old capable of. The pureblood was thrown across the room and landed spread eagle on his back. Short gasps huffed out from between perfectly straight teeth as the air was forcefully pushed from his lungs.

Draco hissed in pain as his chest rose and fell with each breath. He definitely had some broken ribs. The blond watched through hooded eyes as the ghost's magic swirled like a black cloud around Lovegood. She was lifted into the air and with a bright flash, her leg was healed.

Tears still ran down her face as she got unsteadily to her feet. Harry spared her a quick glance before waving his hand at her with a murmur of "Great Hall," before she disappeared without a sound. Now that the girl was gone he turned his attention to the stunned blonde.

Draco screamed in fear as he gazed up at the small figure of the Boy-Who-Lived, his eyes, usually silver, were a deep crimson.

Albus Dumbledore wasn't one to panic, but right now he was panicking. All around him his friends and allies fell from deadly curses, and he couldn't help them. He was in the middle of a very intense duel with Tom and his attention was focused solely on the man if front of him.

They were losing, and losing badly at that. It was only a matter of time before the children were targeted, and he would do anything to keep the children of the wizarding world out of the Dark Lord's reach.

But he wasn't going to last much longer.

His magic was quickly draining. This duel was the most his magic had been strained since his duel with Grindelwald. He was tired and the edges of his vision was blurring from magical exhaustion. As the fight went on and on, he watched as the Death Eaters pushed their way into the school once more. He just prayed that the children would be safe.

Harry gazed down at the still body of Draco Malfoy. Blood leaked on the cold stone floor as the body bled out. He didn't feel any remorse. The bastard had hurt his Luna first, so he deserved whatever hell Harry sent him to. The blonde had died pleading for his pathetic life, and Harry had refused to show mercy.

A smirk curled the ghost's lips as the memory of the boy's face flashed before his eyes.

He really hadn't meant to go this far, but he had lost control once Luna was out of the room. With one last glance and a shrug, Harry disappeared, leaving a broken body on the floor.

Sorry for the long wait. My school jazz band had a competition and I have had writer's block. I was also really sick and my family has had some problems. I will try to update and finish this story soon, but I believe it or not I have a social life.

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