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"Out of here, quickly," Snape said as he seized Draco by the scruff of his neck and forced him through the door ahead of all the others.

He and Snape hurried down the spiral staircase not bothering to stop at the bottom. The dimly lit corridor was full of dust; half the ceiling seemed to have fallen in; and a battle was raging before him. Drace followed Snape as they forced their way through the fight, ultimately unscathed.

"It's over, time to go!" Snape called as they were reaching the end of the corridor. But a glance to his left, Draco's grey eyes met, Angeline's light green ones. She was kneeling beside, Neville Longbottom, but her attention was focused upon Draco. The last thing he heard above the clattering of spells was Angeline calling his name just as he and Snape had turned the corner.

"Draco!" Angeline shouted from her place beside Neville Longbottom. She gritted her teeth just as Draco and Snape turned the corner. She wanted to go after them, but she couldn't leave not yet. Not with a person sitting before her was hurt. Throwing up a shield she turned to the Gryffindor before her. "Longbottom?" She said trying to get Neville to look at her.

Neville's pale, round face which laid flat against the floor lifted to look at her. Pain flashed across his face. "M'fine," he mumbled unconvincingly just as someone tripped over the boys outstretched legs.

Angeline recognized the unruly black mop of hair immediately.

"Neville, are you—?"

"M'all right," Neville muttered, as he sat up clutching his stomach, "Harry...Snape 'n' Malfoy...ran past..."

"I know, I'm on it!" Harry said, aiming a hex from the floor at the enormous blond Death Eater that had been causing most of the chaos. The man gave a howl of pain as the spell hit him in the face. He wheeled around, staggered, and then pounded away after two other Death Eaters. Harry scrambled up from the floor and began to sprint along the corridor.

Angeline wasted no time, she looked at Neville determining that he would alright, and she herself scrambled from the floor, she needed to get to Draco before Harry did. It was obvious to her that something far more terrible had happen and she needed to get to Draco before he did.

Angeline skidded around the corner, her trainers slippery with blood; Draco and Snape had such an immense head start. Angeline berated herself for not taking chase sooner. Even Harry was ahead of her, no where to be seen. The sound of her own pounding feet and the hammering of her heart filled her ears as she sprinted along the next corridor. What if she was too late? What if she did all this running for nothing?

Complain at a time like this? Get your mind where it needs to be, Angeline. She told herself as she skidded around another corner.

Angeline jumped over a pile of armor that had been blasted over prior to her turning the corner. From this corridor she could hear shouts and screams; other people within the castle seemed to have awoken.

Cursing, Angeline speed up toward one of the many shortcuts she had found during her midnight journeys around the castle. Skipping multiple stairs at a time, Angeline burst through a tapestry at the bottom and out into a corridor where a number of bewildered and pajama-clad Hufflepuffs stood.

"Angeline! Is it true? Is someone dead? Is the Dark Mark really—" Susan Bone began.

Angeline let out a frustrated yell as she pushed her way through the crowd and down the remainder of the marble staircase. The oak front doors had been blasted open, there were smears of blood on the flagstones, and several terrifed students stood huddled against walls, a few still cowering with arms over their faces. The giant Gryffindor hourglass had been hit by a curse, and the rubies within were still falling, with a loud rattle, onto the flagstones below.

She dashed across the entrance hall and out on to the dark grounds. She could just make out four figures racing across the lawn, heading for the gates beyond which they could Disapparate. Harry Potter only a little ways ahead of her.

Knowing there was no way she would catch them on foot, Angeline pointed her wand in the direction of Quidditch Pitch. Within seconds a broom came zooming toward her, grabbing it midair Angeline mounted it and shot off toward the people she was pursuing.

Angeline's lungs burned despite not running any longer, but she knew she'd have to ditch the broom before long. And a lot sooner than she thought.

Just as she was nearing, Harry, the tail end of her broom was hit, causing her to loose control. Angeline tumbled off the broom, hitting the ground where she rolled.

The wind knocked out of her, she sat up to see Harry rolling over, his wand at ready as he shot a spell at whomever had attacked him and as well as herself.

"Impedimenta!" he yelled as he rolled over again, crouching close to the dark ground. Angeline watched as miraculously his jinx hit one of the two pursuers, who stumbled and fell, tripping up the other. Harry sprinted to his feet and sprinted on.

Angeline catching what breath she could sprinted after him. As she ran across the grounds, Angeline saw the vast outline of Hagrid, illuminated by the light of the crescent moon revealed suddenly behind clouds; the blond Death Eater was aiming curse after curse at the gamekeeper; but Hagrid seemed immune to it's effects. Snape and Draco, however, were still running with Harry not that far off; they would soon be beyond the gate, able to Disapparate—

Angeline tore past Hagrid and his opponent, and watched as Harry took aim, and yelled, "Stupefy!" He missed; the jet of red light soared past Snape's head; Snape shouted, "Run, Draco!" and turned.

Not wanting to waste any time, Angeline ran past Harry and Snape as they stared each other about to lock in a duel.

"Draco!" Angeline screamed as she pointed her wand at his retreating back.

"Draco!" Draco wheeled around just as the red light flew over his head and sent his own stunner her way, but she deflected it easily. Draco waited for her to attack once again but she didn't even move she just stared at him. It made him wonder if she had missed the first time on purpose. If she were smart she'd at least disarm him.

She didn't.

But then neither did he disarm her.

They stared at one another for what felt like an eternity. Both of them breathing hard trying to catch their breath. Draco took in her appearance. Only a few hours ago, her pale skin was unblemished and now, her lip was split, her left eye looked as though it were swelling, and there was no mistaking the bruises around her neck.

"I don't want to hurt you, Angeline," he said finally. Angeline scoffed just like he knew she would. "You should have known better—"

"Than to trust you?" she cut him off. "I well aware of my mistakes, Draco." she growled. Her voice was raw, and if Draco didn't know better, he was sure it was killing her to talk. "I did more than trust you. I defended you when no else did!"

"I never asked you to!" Draco shouted back at her. "I never wanted—I didn't need you or anyone else to stand up for me!"

"People said horrible things about you, you had absolute no one on your side. And they were all right to not take your side. They saw you when I didn't! I saw only the part of you I want to see!" Draco listened as her voice raised more and more. It was coming to his attention that her anger wasn't just directed toward him, but at herself. "Why, why was I so foolish?" she said it so quietly Draco was shocked he heard her at all.

"You've always been foolish," Draco said. Angeline laughed. It was bitter and dry and held none of the melodic sound he was so used to.

"And I've always thought you were a better person than you portray," she said. "But I was wrong like so many other things. I mean just look at what you're capable of," she said calmly as she gestured absently behind her. "Did you kill him? Did you murder Dumbledore like your master commanded?"

Draco glanced up the Dark Mark illuminating the night sky. The memory of seeing Snape kill Albus Dumbledore still fresh in his mind. "What do you think?" he asked.

Angeline's tongue licked her bottom lip and she tilted her head skyward before looking at him. Her wand arm dropped to her side as though she was just too tired to hold it up any longer. Too tired to fight. "I think you're a terrible excuse for a human," she finally said. "There's not a single bone of compassion in your body, Draco Malfoy." She shook her head as though trying to scatter her thoughts.

"Just go...I don't care if I never see you again."

None of her words had been spoken harshly, she spoke calmly like she had done plenty of times while speaking to him. But the anger was evident on her face. In her eyes. She hated him and she didn't have to say it.

And Draco found that it was enough to upset him…

Without saying a word to her, Draco backed up before he turned and ran toward the gate. As he crossed the gate he could hear the sound of pounding feet behind him. A quick glance over his shoulder showed him it was the giant blond Death Eater, and the two Carrows. Angeline stood out of the way as they ran past her, none of them giving her a second glance as she stared after them.

Angeline turning her back was the last thing he saw of her before one of his companions grabbed his arm and Disapparated on the spot.

Angeline moved off to the side as Death Eater after Death Eater ran past her to the gate not paying her any attention. She watched as Draco ran toward the gate, she watched as he looked back at her, she watched as he was joined by the other Death Eaters, but she refused to watch him Disapparate. She refused to see him leave.

Turning her back on the gate and Draco, she slowly looked up at the Dark Mark hanging in the sky for the first time. Running a hand down her face and ultimately regretting it she slowly started up the hill in the direction of Hagrid's inflammed cabin.

Just as she was heading up, Snape ran past her a raging hippogriff chasing after him. Angeline stopped momentarily to watch as Snape ran as hard as he could as the enormous beast flapped behind him, screeching in a way that made Angeline scrunch up her face. Not caring whether or not her ex-professor was mauled or not, Angeline turned back around and continued up the hill.

As she made it to an even part of ground she found Harry Potter struggling to his feet looking around groggily for something. His wand she figured finally he turned and looked to toward the gates, Angeline looked as well, just to see if Snape had made it or not.

He had, as the only thing she could see was the hippogriff circling the gates.

"Hagrid," muttered Harry, still dazed, looking around. "HAGRID?"

Angeline looked at the Boy Who Lived with some sympathy, and without really thinking about it helped him stand up straight.

"I'll help you find him, Harry," she said quietly. Harry hadn't seemed to hear her as he continued to look around, dazed. "C'mon," she said.

Together they stumbled toward the burning house as an enormous figure emerged from out of the flames carrying his dog Fang on his back. With a cry of thankfulness, Harry sank to his knees, shaking, Angeline letting him knowing she was in not in any condition herself to hold up an emotional sixteen year old boy.

"Yeh all righ', Harry? Yeh all righ'? Speak ter me, Harry…"

Angeline watched as Harry blinked rapidly as though to clear his vision, while all she could smell was burnt wood and dog hair.

"I'm all right," panted Harry. "Are you?"

"Course I am...take more'n that ter finish me." Hagrid said, he glanced at Angeline for the first time. "Yeh all righ'?" he asked.

"Great," she responded without much thought. Hagrid gave her a nod before he put his hands under Harry's arms and raised him up with such force that Harry's feet momentarily left the ground before Hagrid set him upright again.

"We should put out your house," Harry said, "the charm's Aguamenti..."

"Knew it was summat like that," mumbled Hagrid, and he raised a smoldering pink, flowery umbrella and said, "Aguamenti!"

A jet of water flew out of the umbrella tip. Harry raised his wand arm and murmured "Aguamenti" too. Running a hand through her hair and lifted the other and mumbled her own, "Aquamenti." Together, they poured water on the house until the last flame was extinguished.

"S'not too bad," said Hagrid hopefully a few minutes later, looking at the smoking wreck. "Nothin Dumbledore won' be able to put righ'..."

Angeline glance up at the sky again and her hand tightened around her wand. Maybe she was just having a horribly vivid dream.

"Hagrid..."

"I was bindin' up a couple o' bowtruckle legs when I heard 'em coming," Hagrid said sadly, still staring at his wrecked cabin. "They'll bin burnt ter twigs, poor little things. . . ."

"Hagrid..." Harry tried again.

"But what happened, Harry? I jus' saw them Death Eaters runnin' down from the castle, but what the ruddy hell was Snape doin' with 'em? Where's he gone—was he chasin' them?"

"He..." Harry cleared his throat. "Hagrid, he killed..."

Angeline's head snapped from the sky to look at Harry.

"Killed?" said Hagrid loudly, staring down at Harry. "Snape killed? What're yeh on abou', Harry?"

"Dumbledore," said Harry. "Snape killed...Dumbledore."

Relief shot through Angeline, Draco wasn't a murderer, but it was a short lived relief because he had still lied to her. He was still...one of them. And Dumbledore was still dead. The Greatest Wizard of All Time was dead and Draco had a hand in his death...

Hagrid simply looked at him, the little of his face that could be seen completely blank, uncomprehending.

"Dumbledore wha', Harry?"

"He's dead. Snape killed him..."

"Don' say that," Hagrid said roughly. "Snape kill Dumbledore - don' be stupid, Harry. Wha's made yeh say tha'?"

"I saw it happen."

"Yeh couldn' have."

"I saw it, Hagrid."

Why didn't you stop it? Why didn't you do something? She wanted to ask but couldn't find the voice to do so.

Hagrid shook his head; his expression was disbelieving but sympathetic, and Angeline knew that Hagrid thought Harry had sustained a blow to the head, that he was confused, perhaps by the after effects of a jinx. ...

"What musta happened was, Dumbledore musta told Snape ter go with them Death Eaters," Hagrid said confidently. "I suppose he's gotta keep his cover. Look, let's get yeh back up ter the school. Come on, Harry..."

With no argument or an attempt to explain, Harry still shaking uncontrollably followed after Hagrid. Angeline followed at a slightly slower pace as they directed their steps back toward the castle. Angeline saw that many of its windows were lit now, and she could only imagine, the scenes inside as people moved from room to room, telling each other that Death Eaters had got in, that the Mark was shining over Hogwarts, that somebody must have been killed...

The oak front doors stood open ahead of them, light flooding out onto the drive and the lawn. Slowly, uncertainly, dressing-gowned people were creeping down the steps, looking around nervously for some sign of the Death Eaters who had fled into the night. Angeline followed, Harry's line of sight eyes, where they were fixed upon the ground at the foot of the tallest tower. Her wonders about what he was looking at were only intensified as out of the corner of her eye she saw people beginning to move toward that very spot.

"What're they all lookin' at?" said Hagrid, as they approached the castle front, Fang keeping as close as he could to their ankles. "Wha's that lyin' on the grass?" Hagrid added sharply, heading now toward the foot of the Astronomy Tower, where a small crowd was congregating. "See it, Harry? Right at the foot of the tower? Under where the Mark...Blimey...yeh don' think someone got thrown—?"

Hagrid fell silent, the thought apparently too horrible to express aloud. Angeline and Harry walked alongside him. Angeline felt sick as she slowly realized exactly what or rather who, was laying at the bottom of the Astronomy Tower.

Dreamlike, they walked through the murmuring crowd to the very front, where the dumbstruck students and teachers had left a gap.

Angeline stopped Hagrid only a few steps ahead of her, as they stared down at the body of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. Harry however, kept going; he walked slowly forward until he reached the play where Dumbledore lay and crouched beside him.

Angeline closed her eyes as she felt the tears coming. She could not cry. It was a long night, but she would not cry.

Opening her eyes she looked down at the greatest wizard she had ever known and possibly ever meet, dead. Spread-eagled, broken.

Dumbledore's eyes were closed; but the strange angle of his arms and legs, he might have been sleeping. Angelin watched as Harry reached out, straightened the half-moon spectacles upon the crooked nose, and wiped a trickle of blood from the mouth with his own sleeve.

The crowd murmured, words like, "Dumbledore. Dead. Who?" Floated past Angeline's ears. She could hear people crying people in the back denying that it happened. And once again, Angeline felt her eyes burn with tears as in front of her, Fang began to howl.

It was silent when Fang finished howling. No one knowing what to say or what to do.

"C'mere, Harry..." Hagrid said.

"No." Harry said defiantly.

"Yeh can' stay here, Harry... Come on, now..."

"No," Harry repeated.

It was evident to everyone watching that Harry Potter did not want to leave Dumbledore's side. But he would have to eventually.

Ginny Weasley brushed past Angeline as she knelt down beside him. "Harry, come on." she said quietly as she stood back up, pulling him upward with her. Angeline only stopped watching when a hand was placed on her shoulder.

"You've never looked worse," Angeline turned and looked at Blaise Zabini. His words were void of their usual snootiness. When Angeline said nothing and turned away from him she turned her back around. "Come on," he said grabbing her arm and heading her out of the crowd. "We're going to the hospital wing," he said.

"I'm not hurt," Angeline mumbled. Blaise looked her over before tugging on her arm more.

"We're going to the hospital wing," he said in all finality. Angeline let Blaise pull her in the direction of the hospital wing. The walked up the steps into the entrance hall. Faces swam on the edges of Angeline's vision, people were whispering, wondering, and Gryffindor rubies glistened on the floor like drops of blood as they made their way toward the marble staircase.

They had reached the hospital wing. Pushing open the doors, Angeline saw Neville Longbottom lying, apparently asleep in a bed near the door. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna Lovegood, a girl with mousy brown hair, and the ex-Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Remus Lupin.

Laying on the bed was a man with red hair, a Weasley she didn't recognize, she wasn't sure if it were because his face was so badly slashed and ripped that caused her not to recognize him or was it that she had never seen him before.

Blaise lead her toward a bed further from the group congregated near the front. Sitting on the bed, Angeline immediately pulled her legs up to her chest and hugged them. She rested her chin on them as she stared at the opposite wall. Blaise had sat the end of the bed bringing himself into her line of sight.

Averting her eyes Angeline picked at the cut she hadn't known was on her leg until then.

"I owe you twenty Galleons," she said looking at him finally recalling their bet about Draco Malfoy. Blaise shrugged.

"I told you so," he said. Angeline laughed but only coughed as it hurt to do so.

"You did," she said hugging her legs tighter. "I, um, I should have listened." she said as she reached up and touched the chain around her neck. Grabbing it from within her shirt she yanked the chain from her neck and threw it across the bed. "I hate him you know. I hate that I trusted him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him." she said as her eyes welled up for the third time that night. She turned her head to the side begging them to not fall.

"I get it," Blaise said picking up the necklace. "You know, Jensen...It's okay to cry."

"Cry?" Angeline questioned as she glared at him. "Me cry? A Jensen cry? A Slytherin cry? It's absurd that you would even suggest a thing like that. I don't see you crying."

Blaise met her glare with one just a fierce. "People cry, Angeline. And you, you're months overdo. Slytherin, Jensen, it doesn't bloody matter. You want to change the way people look at you at your family, at our house, yet you're not doing that if you don't show you have a single emotion in your body other than anger!"

Angeline looked away from him and toward the window. He didn't know a single thing. Nothing. Being upset did nothing to solve a problem. Crying wouldn't make her feel better, crying would make her weak and being weak was unacceptable, despite how she felt...

Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way that Angeline had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. It was her own grief, it was her anger toward Draco, toward herself. It was every negative emotion she had felt in the last year let alone few hours. The phoenix song was like every bit of her soul had magically been turned into song.

How long she sat there, listening, she didn't know, nor did she understand how it seemed to ease the heaviness she had felt on her chest, but it felt like a long time later before Blaise had handed her a tissue before she realized she was crying. And now that she had started she wasn't sure she was ever going to stop.

I'm crying you guys. T_T

There's only one chapter left of this chapter! And then do you know what that means? Sequel!

I've already made a banner for the sequel and a trailer of it as well. Both will be posted with the next chapter so be on a look out for that! I'll remind you next chapter too!

Chapter Questions:
(1)-What did you think of the HP7pt2 Trailer? [I for one had a freak out!]

(2)-What questions do you have for me regarding the sequel or just in general? [I'm very, very curious!]

Now I'm off to go write that paper, well maybe not now...considering its late. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. XD

Take care,
TR