A/N- I totally forgot to say THANK YOU so much for over 100 reviews! That's my goal for all of my longer fics. My 100th reviewer was… nature love 95! Thank you! I know it's late, but at least I'm thanking you. :)

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter.

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Chapter 19- Spheres of Light

Hermione scanned the battlefield before her. Jets of light protruded through the thick layer of dust that was accumulating due to the destruction of the room. Her ears perked up upon hearing the familiar cackle of Bellatrix Lestrange. Twirling around, she saw her leaning above a cowering Ginny, wand raised tauntingly.

"Come on, girl! You can't even fight, now can you?" She giggled in a sick way. "Crucio!" Ginny writhed on the ground, eyes and fists clenched, beads of sweat forming, but still not letting a scream escape her lips.

Hermione ran to where the torture scene was unfolding. She pulled out her wand and attacked from behind. "Stupefy!" Bellatrix fell, almost in slow motion. Hermione didn't bother to bind her any further, instead she made a beeline for Ginny. Her face was covered in scratches, her eyes were closed, and her breath was ragged. It was obvious her ankle was broken, as it was twisted in an odd angle. There was a large bleeding cut going from her elbow to her wrist on her left arm.

"Ginny?" she shook her slightly. "Ginny?" Ginny stirred, but didn't respond. Hermione turned around, searching desperately in the crowd for someone who could help. All she saw was a blur- a blur of lights, people, screaming, bleeding. It was so surreal, like the whole thing was one big nightmare that she would soon awaken from. But no matter how hard she pinched herself, it wouldn't happen.

Hermione bent over Ginny again and whispered a few simple healing charms. Ginny's scratches closed up and the bleeding on her arm ceased. The large cut wouldn't close, however, it must have been charmed to stay open. She couldn't do much for her ankle other than to bandage it. Then she cast a disillusionment charm, hoping no one would find her, and left.

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"What becomes of them so far?" Voldemort asked. He had his wand at the ready.

"They are fighting, my Lord. Fighting."

Voldmort snarled. "Macnair, I care not about that! How many have they killed?"

Walden Macnair cowered slightly. "Cho Chang has fallen. Ginny Weasley has disappeared."

Voldemort nodded. "And what of ours?"

"Yaxley, Mulciber, Crabbe, and Goyle have been impaired in some way. Bellatrix has fallen- stupefied. Lucius Malfoy has been killed." Macnair reported.

Voldemort's eyes flashed dangerously. "That is the best you could do? You have gotten two of them and they have six of us? One of my best has been killed!"

"They attack from behind, my Lord. They are sneaky."

"I do not care!" Voldemort yelled. Then he turned around and paced a bit more. A moment later, he spoke again. "Potter?"

"He has not yet appeared."

He was silent for a full minute. "Very well. You are dismissed."

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"You pathetic boy," Greyback snarled, circling around Draco. "You sick little thing. Running off with a Mudblood… your father died in shame." Draco's face flitted to sorrow for a split second, then hardened again.

"I'll avenge him…" Greyback took a step towards Draco, to which he responded by leaping back. "I'll make sure you pay for your choices." He was still for a few seconds, before spontaneously leaping at Draco. Draco pointed his wand and screamed. "Impedimenta!"

Greyback was hurled backwards, thumping solidly on the concrete floor. Due to his part- werewolf build, however, he was able to get up with only a couple bruises. "You think your silly little charms can hurt me? Stupid boy- you don't have the guts to cast an Unforgivable."

Draco gulped. It was so like the conversation he had just had with his father. Right before he… died.

Greyback sneered. "You couldn't even cast them on the Muggles. Couldn't even torture them right, you pitiful excuse for a Death Eater." He lunged again, but Draco easily sidestepped. He didn't dare hex him, though, Greyback would attack him while he was vulnerable.

Draco snarled. He wasn't focused on the battle he was currently fighting, he was desperately trying to use his peripheral vision to scout out Hermione. Then he saw her; she was scampering through the crowd of people- no, wait, she was running. He watched as a turquoise jet of light barely brushed her hair. He had to get to her.

Greyback seemed to notice his lack of attention, but kept talking. "You're sick, you know that? A Mudblood- really? You could do so much better, do so much more. And-" Greyback suddenly paused his speech and pounced at Draco again. Draco, surprised at his sudden and random ambush, couldn't dodge.

White-hot pain erupted across his face as Greyback's claws etched lines into his left cheek. Another needle-like rupture appeared on his right arm. Staggering backward, he fell against the wall, with his eyes closed in blinding pain.

Greyback hissed. "I won't kill you quite yet. Maybe I'll bring your Mudblood girlfriend back to watch you suffer." He sneered, and ran off.

Draco lifted his good arm upward, gently touching his cheek. He could feel the warm, sticky blood dripping down his face. Groaning, he shuffled himself farther back into the shadows, where no other Death Eater could find him.

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Hermione had just dodged another spell when she saw Greyback joining the battle again. Fear flooded her- if Greyback was alive, then where was Draco? She stole quick glances in the corners as she ran, yelling stunning spells as she went. It was in the shadows that she saw him, covered in his own blood.

"Draco!" she screamed, running to him. Kneeling by his side, she grasped his face in her hands. "Draco are you…"

"I'm fine, Hermione." He mumbled. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and saw doubles of Hermione. "Can you… stay still…"

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief at his ability to speak. Briskly, she drew out her wand and rid his face of blood. Then she did a spell to stop it from bleeding further, and one that would slightly lessen the pain, but that was the best she could do for part-werewolf scratches.

"Draco? Can you get up?" She grabbed his hand and stroked her finger over it. "You can't stay here, they'll find you."

Draco mumbled something incomprehensible, and slid over to the side somewhat. He looked as if he was about to pass out.

"Draco, come on, there's no hospital wing for me to drag you to! There's no Madam Pomfrey to save the day, you've got to get up!" She moved her hands to his face again, stroking his cheek. "Draco…" Slowly, she lowered her face down and pressed her lips against his. His lips were warm, and quivering somewhat. She could feel him stirring beneath him slightly, and his good arm raised, hesitantly touching her face. She drew herself away from him, and was surprised to see him wide awake. "Hermione…"

"Draco! You must get up, quickly, before-"

Hermione was interrupted by a collective gasp made by the group of battlers. It seems as if everyone forgot the war, and all heads turned in a general direction. There, standing in front of the hole where the group had entered, was a thin boy with raggedy black hair and a thin lightning scar.

"Harry…" Hermione whispered. "What is he doing? He wasn't supposed to show up yet!" She went to get up and approach him, but Draco pulled her back.

Draco shuffled slightly and made to get up when there was another crack on the other side of the room. And there, standing on the complete opposite side of Harry, was Lord Voldemort himself.

The crowd of battlers parted, lining the walls. Enemies stood by enemies, too shocked by the scene unfolding before them. It was Voldemort who made the first move, drawing his long wand and lifting it up to the same position that Harry's was now in. "Potter," He spat. "Déjà vu, is this not?"

"I daresay it is. Except for one thing." Harry said. Voldemort cocked an eyebrow.

"And what may that be?"

"You're all yourself. A complete soul. 100 percent Tom Riddle."

Voldemort glared. "You dare to say the name again."

"So what? It's your name, just get over it already. This is a war that's been postponed for two long. Let's cut the pointless dialogue and get this done." Harry said with a sigh. He had no plan. He'd just do what he always had- fight back if Voldemort attacked.

"Well, if that's what you wish." Voldemort drew back his sleeve, raising his wand higher. Before he said something, however, he gave the slightest of nods to a Death Eater. It was a nod that no one in the room but Draco happened to notice. And then, four things happened at once:

Voldemort shouted the inevitable words: "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry, with the same vigor, cast his spell: "Expelliarmus!"

From behind Harry, the Death Eater that Voldemort had nodded to raised his wand and cast a nonverbal spell that produced a bright yellow light.

Draco weakly lifted his wand and whispered two words at the aforementioned Death Eater.

And, following the law that states every action has a reaction, four things happened in turn:

Voldemort's killing curse met Harry's disarming one in the air, creating another unified bond of light in the air.

The twist of the two spells above Harry began to approach him, then Voldemort, then him again.

The Death Eater's spell shot at Harry, about to hit him when-

Draco's spell met the Death Eater's spell, creating a ball of energy that rocketed back towards Draco, then changed course and was drawn into what seemed to be a magnetic force towards Harry and Voldemort's ball of light.

The two balls of light morphed into one large, glowing sphere that radiated pure power and energy. It quivered and shook in the air, blasts of light bursting from it. It quavered harder and harder, reaching further upwards, until it hit the ceiling. Then it separated into four jets of light- the four spells that had been originally casted- and each jet rocketed back to its caster.

The Expelliarmus hit Harry, and his wand flew out of his hand.

The nonverbal curse hit the Death Eater, who fell to the ground.

The Avada Kedavra seemed to go back in slow motion, hitting a wide-eyed Voldemort in the chest. He crumpled downwards, landing a pile.

Finally, whatever curse that Draco had cast came sailing back at him. Too weak to move, he closed his eyes, willing it to hit him silently. But the impact never came. He opened his eyes in time to see Hermione jump heroically in front of him, taking the curse, then falling down.

But no one saw this. No one saw this heart-wrenching act of pure love and sacrificial heroics. They were, of course, too busy rejoicing in the final, long-awaited downfall of the Dark Lord.

Draco watched through hazy eyes as Hermione fell gracefully. She landed in a pile, not moving even slightly. How badly he wanted to get up, to hold her, to see if she was even alive. "Hermione…" he croaked. Then he saw them- Harry, Ron, and Luna. Trying to capture the last of the Death Eaters, not even noticing the two injured lovers in the shadowed corners.

"Weasley…" he whispered. He couldn't even lift his arms any more, the blood loss was getting to him. "Potter…"

The last thing he saw before passing out completely was Luna turning and seeing him lying against the wall. She ran to Ron, pointing at Hermione and yelling. Then everything went black.

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A/N- Well, I was proud of that. My little personal ending. How book seven should have happened! :) In case you didn't get it, this is what happened:

Voldemort's Avada Kedavra and Harry's Expelliarmus met in the air, creating a ball of energy that was fighting on whether to hit Harry or Voldemort. Then the Death Eater's spell, which was aimed to hit and weaken Harry, met with Draco's spell (and as of now, we do not know what spell this was) and these two spells created another ball of energy. Draco and the Death Eater's ball of light met Harry and Voldemort's ball of light. Because this was too much energy in one contained space, all the casted spells separated and shot back at their casters. Thus, Harry was hit by his disarming jinx, Voldemort was hit by his killing curse, the Death Eater was hit by his curse, and Draco was nearly hit by his spell, but Hermione jumped in the way and took it for him.

Hope you get it. Or maybe I made it even more confusing… oops. And yes, that idea was original. I did not copy it off another fic, (As far as I know. I haven't read them all.)

There will be 1-2 more chapters. It really depends on how I want to end it. But I do know that this fic will leave off on a cliffhanger, (I've known how I am going to end it since about chapter eight) leading you to the sequel, which is officially titled as "Captive Memories". More info on that later! :)

Now please review!

~Potato