Are You The Prophecy? -
Harry realized he had been grossly neglecting his king duties when he was woken up late to tell the news. "Harry! Harry! Wake up! It's death eaters! They're storming Hogwarts!" Harry had rose instantly, blinking off another terrible nightmare that had just turned real. "Where's Ron? Where's Draco?" He commanded, racing to find his clothes. Hermione didn't even blush or turn away when Harry stripped. "Ron's with the others. Fighting. We didn't want you to do this Harry, but Dumbledore told me to get you." She looked defeated. "What? They wanted me to just sleep while you are all risking your lives? I can't do that!" Harry yelled, taking his broom once he dressed.
"I know. I'm sorry, Harry. But it wasn't me, it was the Order." Harry looked at her in shock. "You know about that?" Hermione nodded. "We knew about your godfather, Sirius. I'm sorry, I truly am. But we just didn't want you to-" "-It doesn't matter." Harry cut her off, walking to the window. "You never answered me. Where is Draco?" Harry asked, lifting off onto the broom. He looked back when Hermione didn't answer. She was looking down at her broom. "Harry, he has the mark. He was dragged down with them." The mark?! Harry screamed internally. Of course Draco had to be hiding something as crucial to know as that!
"Let's go. I can't let Draco make some stupid decision. Is Voldermort there already?" Hermione paled but got on her broom as well and followed him out the small window. "No. We think he's waiting. For you, Harry." Of course. Leave it to fate to make it so damn difficult. Harry sighed. "You have to protect him, Hermione. I know you think he's bad, and I wouldn't blame you, but-" "-He's different. I know. Out of the very short time I've known him and you, I'll trust you, Harry. You are my king, after all." Hermione smiled sadly as they flew together. Harry realized the finality of the situation. People were probably dying. It wasn't just his people fighting. It was everyone.
He flew faster and Hermione followed. He chanted the killing spell inside his head forever. He just hoped that Dumbledore was right, that that wand he spoke of could fix it all- if he even could find it in time. But Harry couldn't doubt himself. "Harry, there were horcruxes. Before you were here. The order has succeeded in destroying most of them, but there is still two out there. We believe there's one in Voldermort and one in his... snake." Harry looked at her in bewilderment. "You're part of the Order, aren't you?" Harry asked. "Yes. Ron is too, much longer than me, and Neville as well." Hermione told him. "I'll tell you about the other horcruxes. Eventually." Yes, eventually. If Harry survived.
They reached Hogwarts-now a battlefield, and Harry tried not to look too long at the ground in which they were sending curses at each other. He could pick out the Death Eaters, and could see Ron and Neville, still alive, thankfully, fighting as well. "What in Godric?" Hermione yelled. "What is it?" Harry asked. "Ginny isn't supposed to be fighting!" She said, pointing at a redhead that was, sure enough, fighting another death eater. "She'll be fine. We have to find Dumbledore. If you want, you can help her." Harry felt sick to his stomach. Was he supposed to wager lives now? Was that what being a king was?
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Harry had said goodbye to Hermione and found Dumbledore at the top of the astronomy tower, as if waiting for him. Or was he waiting for Voldermort? "Dumbledore! Where's the wand?" Harry asked, having no time for casual banter. He had to find Draco, who still was somewhere out there, forced to fight on their side, no doubt with the horrible snake. "It is not in my possession. Harry, you must take my wand from me and do not give it back. Only then will you have mastery of the Elder Wand." Harry blinked and took it from him, noticing Dumbledore's firm hold on it as he yanked it out. "I can no longer give this to you? But you'll be wandless!"
"I know, Harry. And I have no doubt that Voldermort will kill me. But that is not of your worry. You'll have to kill Voldermort with this very wand. Voldermort has the elder wand, but you have mastery of it. And he seeks that. So you must not give it up. But first... I know you desire to save Draco. He's alone, but Nagini is watching him. Someone will have to kill it." Dumbledore told him. Harry nodded, trying not to vomit. He needed someone to help him. "I suggest you find Neville. He has a very precious weapon, that will help you." Glad, for once, that Dumbledore had skipped the specifics, Harry nodded again and flew away, never looking back to see if Dumbledore was correct.
"Harry?" Neville asked, as Harry used the killing spell on a Death Eater that was about to Crucio Neville from where he stood. "Neville, I need your help." Harry looked down at Neville to see he was brandishing a sword as well as his wand. "Alright. What for?" He asked, confused. "Follow me on our brooms. You know of Nagini, right?" Harry asked. "Yes... you want me to kill it while you save Draco, don't you?" Neville asked. Harry nodded. "Be careful, Harry. With Draco, not the snake." Neville warned him. Harry grunted in acknowledgement. "There she is." Neville said of the snake, pointing at the outside of a shack. "The shrieking shack." Now that Harry had noticed it, he noticed it was nearby the hill where he found Sirius.
Harry flew towards it, seeing the blonde head of Draco outside of it. It wasn't obvious he was being watched, but Harry could already feel the presence of Nagini inside, just from his nightmares. Draco was shaking, with wand in hand, and when Harry flew up behind him he screamed. "Draco! It's me." Neville came up behind him as well. Draco looked at him with frazzled eyes. "No! You weren't supposed to see me!" He immediately shoved his robes down his arms, which brandished the Mark. "Draco, I know. And I know you're good as dead if I leave you here. Now come on!" He dragged Draco by the ear onto his broom. But then the snake came out. And so did Voldermort.
Draco shook harder, and Harry landed the two of them. "What now? Neville asked Harry. "You have something I want, Harry. And I'm going to kill you for it." Voldermort, the disfigured looking man said. "No!" Draco screamed. Harry noticed that not only was Draco shaking, but he was also glowing in the eyes again. "Neville, protect Draco!" He told Neville before Voldermort fired off the killing spell at him. Having no time to react, Harry could only look at Draco, who looked like he was changing in the bright light, while Neville brandished the sword and Nagini became a blur. Or maybe he was just dying. He prayed, to whatever might be out there, that Neville was good with a sword.