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Many reviewed about confusion in changes in point of view. I'm very sorry about that, but for some reason removes the punctuation and spacing I attempted to use to separate perspectives, so I'm trying something new!
Here the shifts in view are denoted by locations italicized at the start of each perspective. Please do not disregard these, because they are somewhat important to understand the overall layout of the next chapter!
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The Hog's Head, Hogsmeade
Draco looked down on his lover and brushed a black curl away from his face. Would they survive this war? He hoped so. He would do everything he could to ensure that Blaise and Hermione survived this war. Everything.
Gryffindor Tower, Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
What did it mean? The Boy Who Lived. The Chosen One. Harry Potter.
What did it all mean?
It meant that he was the one who would defeat Voldemort. But why him? He knew the prophecy, he knew Voldemort had accidentally marked him- but why did the prophecy exist in the first place?
And if he was supposed to be the one to end Voldemort- how was he going to do it? Everyone planned it out like the matter was so easy. He was going to kill Voldemort with one Avada and have it over with. That was how it was going to go down. Him versus Voldemort.
But something about that just didn't sit right with him. Was it really justice that he would kill Voldemort with the same curse Voldemort had tried to use on him those many years ago? Or did it lower Harry to the same demonic depths that Tom Marvolo Riddle had descended to?
Harry had come to understand Tom Riddle in the time Dumbledore had taught him Riddle's past. Voldemort had become a creature of evil. But it hadn't started out about evil. His hatred of muggles was born out of revenge. Revenge on his muggle father for his abandonment.
And now why did Harry fight? He wanted to say it was for love- but some small part of his psyche whispered - revenge. Revenge for the parents he lost all those years ago.
Study West Wing, Malfoy Manor
"Well Professor I hadn't exactly thought that far ahead yet-"
"And the ever present stupidity reveals itself again. I believe that I do have a fair amount of polyjuice in stock for such an occasion. Now where is Carrow's body?" Snape cut her off smoothly.
Ginny led Snape back to the room where she had been held before and to Alecto Carrow's lifeless body. Snape pulled out a vial of brown goop, and plucked a hair from Carrow's corpse, adding it to the putrid mixture, which then turned into even more unappetizing gunk... if that was even possible.
Snape handed her the vial wordlessly, and Ginny eyed it warily. She downed it in one gulp as Snape took another vial of polyjuice and- OW!
Snape held a strand of red hair between his fingers and dropped it into the mixture and forced it down Carrow's throat. Ginny watched as the lifeless Death Eater bubbled and became a lifeless version of herself. It was very unsettling to say the least.
Snape levitated the body into the rocking chair she had used to escape, and the body was slumped, eyes distantly empty, and freckles even more defined against grey skin. Hopefully that was not what she would turn out to be by the end of this battle.
According to the Death Eaters, Ginny Weasley was no more.
Great Hall, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Who would have thought that Ronald Weasley- the youngest, the most foolish, the most unremarkable boy in the Weasley clan would be deciding the strategy of the Great Wizarding War? For years he had struggled with how to define himself apart from his siblings- Bill had been the perfect well-rounded one, Charlie the rebel, Percy the genius, the twins the pranksters, and Ginny- well she was a girl, which made her different and spoiled no matter what.
And when he came to Hogwarts he was defined by the fact that he was the Great Harry Potter's best friend- not by who he was, but by who he knew. But now no one could say that he was in anyone's shadow. Ron was a confident, strong man in his own right.
That didn't mean that wasn't scared- it was terrifying to think that the survival of the Wizarding World was dependent on how well-laid his plans were. And Merlin knew that when he imagined the final battle, there was a spark of fear in him when he realized that his targets were Fenrir Greyback, and Rodolphus Lestrange.
But it wasn't a lack of fear that made you brave. It was the will to push through those fears. Besides, if he didn't come out of this the other side, then he wouldn't be able to investigate the funny feelings that made his ears turn pink every time Luna Lovegood looked his way.
Kitchens, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Dobby was most happy to be cooking for Mr. Harry Potter again. Most happy indeed. Of course, he didn't have to cook for anyone, but Mr. Harry Potter was one of Dobby's closest, friends, yes he was! Mr. Harry Potter had given Dobby his freedom from evil Lord Malfoy, and for that Dobby was very grateful! Very grateful!
Harry Potter was going to face big evil very soon, Dobby knew. He-who-must-not-be-named was going to attack Harry Potter, just like when Dobby had warned him about the big snakey, and that awful book.
But Dobby wouldn't let any harm come to Mr. Harry Potter. And neither would Winky or Kreacher! No sir! They would help protect Harry Potter. House elves were after all the most loyal creatures on earth!
The Forbidden Forest, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry
Bane looked up at the night sky, and watched as the stars told the story of time- past present and future. Humans couldn't see what the Centaurs could see, they were blind- eyeless. But the Centaurs had sight. They were not blinded by all these wordly affairs.
They did not wish to participate in the fickle wars of men, but even they could realize that the evil in that creature called Voldemort would twist the nature of their forest, and would seek to destroy them.
The Centaurs would fight with the Order of the Phoenix. And the stars rejoiced.
Vault 579, Gringotts Wizarding Bank
Deep in the bowels of a snowy white building that loomed over the junction of Diagon and Knockturn Alley an elite council of goblins huddled speaking in hushed tones of Gobbledegook about the upcoming war.
Their domed heads were all filled with the same fears and worries about this whole war business, that was not turning out to be very profitable. It was most certainly bad business.
All of them agreed that this was not a goblin's war it was most certainly a wizard's war. Not a mess that fell to the respectable beady eyed Goblins. But numbers didn't lie, and Voldemort did not create good numbers. No, with Voldemort around, there was no trust in the Ministry! There was no trust in the Institutions! No order!
And when there was no trust, wizard's didn't put their wealth in long fingered goblin hands. And that was bad business.
So how is the problem to be broached? They could not directly interfere, not without loosing clients- a lot of supporters of Voldemort had very hefty accounts.
But perhaps they could sell some dragons to that dragon tamer related to Bill Weasley the curse breaker.
It was just business.
Head Girl's Dorms, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Hunger. Pain. Light. Bright light. Must feed. Must feed. Empty. Broken.
Hungry. Hungry. Hungry.
Suffering. Sadness. Taint.
Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. Must feed. Must search. Must find-
Chocolate. Whole.
Tavern, The Hog's Head Inn
The last Dumbledore. How strange it was for Aberforth to consider. He was the last living Dumbledore. Ariana had left this world by accident, Albus by his own machinations, and how was he to leave this world? Bleeding on the Hogwart's Grounds?
That's certainly how dear Albus had planned it. That he would die for the cause Albus Percival Dumbledore had championed, for that Potter child.
Of course no one would know of his sacrifice, he was just a bartender. No Aberforth wanted to defy his brother's great plans, but he was a pawn held securely in place. Held by the heart strings that tied him to that portrait of that sweet smiling six year old girl that was wronged beyond repair centuries ago.
Walls, Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Whispers. Phineas Nigellus Black was a no nonsense sort of fellow when alive. And continued to be a no- nonsense fellow as a portrait. All this hustle and bustle about this and that of the portraits was rather tiresome, and didn't the portraits realize it was quite counter-productive?
He remarked upon this to the newly appointed portrait of Albus who simply smiled with that quite infuriating twinkle and told him "Why then Phineas, perhaps you can shape these portraits up to do something more productive?" and then disappeared into one of his other portraits, probably one of those cards of his in that candy. Albus always had a fondness for sweets.
Well, despite Dumbledore's outlandish behavior, the idea did have some merit. And Phineas decided that perhaps he could travel through all the portraits within Hogwarts and find out who has a portrait where, creating a network that could provide vital information to the school. Albus of course had done this himself when he was headmaster, but preferred to keep his relations with each portrait on a one to one basis.
Phineas was now proud to regard himself as not only the most well-liked Headmaster, but also the most resourceful in death. Which was more that Armando Dippet, or Dexter Fortescue could claim.
It was truly a wonder what people revealed with portraits in the room. Most interesting of course.
And the next time Minerva McGonagall entered her neglected office, Phineas puffed up his painted chest and gave her quite a bit of very useful information.
Albus per usual stared at him from his frame with a knowing whimsical smile and a twinkle.