a/n: hey guys. sorry this post took so long. ummm....since there aren;t
many dark arts spells or anything, i had to make the ones in thsi chap up.
don't criticize if you haven't heard of them. they're not anythign jk has
written....
Dumbledore had decided that they all needed to get some rest before going out and searching for Voldemort and Hermione. It hadn't been an easy choice to accept, but Harry had reluctantly agreed in the end. And now Harry was being violently shaken from his light slumber in his cot made with the others on the floor of an empty classroom.
Harry opened his eyes, and immediately saw the face of Lucius Malfoy. Harry began to yell, but Lucius clamped his hand over Harry's mouth and whispered in his ear.
"Lord Voldemort requests the presence of you and three of your choosing for a gathering." Lucius took his hand off of Harry's mouth and roughly helped him to stand up. "Quietly wake the three."
Harry stood and thought for a minute. He looked at Dumbledore who was sitting up in a chair asleep and immediately knew that he would be one to go. He walked over and roused him softly. Dumbledore's shocked eyes met Harry's when he saw Lucius Malfoy. Harry spoke softly into Dumbledore's ear about what was happening.
Harry turned around and saw Draco and Ginny wrapped in each other on a small pile of blankets in the floor near the farthest edge of the room. He remembered how strong he had heard Ginny's skills had gotten in her seventh year, and he immediately knew that she would be one to go. And Draco as well since he was well equipped for the dark arts that his father had taught him in the early part of his life.
He walked over and roused them, letting them know the situation. Draco's eyes met his father's, and he looked away from him, knowing that this was the end of any relationship he had with his father. It would be hard fighting against him, no matter how much Lucius deserved it.
Ginny gripped tight onto Draco's hand and met Lucius' shocked eyes when he realized that his son had been with a Weasley. Ginny smirked mockingly and leaned over to kiss Draco's cheek, making sure that Lucius was watching.
Lucius sneered and then motioned for Harry and the three of his companions to follow him outside in the hallway.
"I have a portkey that will take us to our destination. It will be activated in," Lucius paused to look at his muggle watch. "Fifteen seconds."
Lucius pulled a six inch ruler out of one of the inside pockets of his cloak. He held it out and the four other hands touched it. They all looked back and forth to each other, giving small smiles and looks of reassurance. But Harry did not feel reassured. If anything, he felt like his stomach was going to come up through his throat. And when the portkey was activated, the feeling increased.
The journey seemed to go on forever until they landed again on hard ground. Harry stumbled to stay standing up. He looked around to see where he was, only noting that he didn't recognize anything except that they were outside. Dawn was approaching and light from the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon.
The four people stood close together, afriad to go almost anywhere, and when a large door from a building behind them they hadn't seen opened, they all nearly jumped out of their skin. A large group of people dressed in all black walked out. They were in neat rows of two and stood about four feet apart. Somewhere in the middle of their group stood a single person, and Harry began to clutch his head in pain.
Draco, Ginny, and Dumbledore turned around to see Harry on his knees, clutching his head in pain.
The line of people stopped and what they assumed was their leader walked forward to the small group. Before they got their they all knew who he was. It could only have been one person. Voldemort.
He pulled his hood back to show them his face, and Ginny heard herself gasp. Draco stepped in front of her, obviosuly trying his best to protect her from him. Voldemort would have found this funny if he weren't grabbing Harry's arm, pulling him to a standing position.
"It's been a while, Harry," Voldemort said in a very calm, soothing voice. "And yes, I have what you want." Voldemort snapped his fingers and two of the deather eaters in black cloaks turned around and went back inside. Several moments later they carried out Hermione. She was bound by the wrists with a simple piece of muggle rope, and her mouth was covered with a piece of cloth. She was held tightly on the upper arms by the two men that had gone to get her.
"I see this sparks your interest," Voldemort said with a grin. "I'll make you a trade right now. Your power for her life. I'll be the most powerful person in all the world and you'll be the happiest. What say you?"
Harry could see Hermione's eyes pleading with him not to do it. He would do anything in his power to save her, but letting Voldemort take over the world wasn't one of them. He shook his head slowly and watched Voldemort's face turn from a grin to a smirk.
"Then I guess we'll just have to do things the hard way." He paused and looked deep into Harry's eyes. Without anyone realizing it, he pulled out his wand and yelled at Harry," Crucio!"
Harry felt the needle hot pain stab at his skin and burn his bones. He could feel his eyelids convulsing and the ground hit his knees as he fell. Everything was on fire. And then he began to scream.
Dumbledore took out his wand and aimed it at Voldemort. "Expelliarmus!" he yelled, but Voldemort's wand stayed content in its owner's hand. But Dumbledore had managed to stop the Cruciatus Curse from drilling at Harry anymore.
"Well, if it isn't Albus Dumbledore. I believe you need to watch this from elsewhere. -SIT DOWN-!" Vodlemort yelled the last two words forcefully and Dumbledore went flying backwards into a tree. He slumped over with a moan of pain and a dull thud.
"Draco Malfoy," Voldemort said as he walked over to Draco, looking him up and down. "You certainly do look like your father. It's too bad that you had to go off and bring him such shame. You could have amounted to greatness."
Draco held his head high, not letting any fear or emotion come to his face. "I will not let your sadistic beliefs control me."
"What a shame." Voldemort lifted his wand at Draco's chest and shouted, "Firente Infernium!"
Draco fell to his knees and grabbed at his chest. A wickedly hot pain was shooting through his heart. He cried out and kept tearing at his chest while Voldemort laughed on maniacally.
Ginny watched all of this happening until she realized that Voldemort was no longer laughing. Instead, he was looking straight at her. He took a few steps forward with his wand held lightly in his left hand. He looked at Ginny through his red eyes and watched as a thin layerof sweat broke out on her forehead.
"Well, what do we have here? A Weasley?" Voldemort laughed a little and watched as Harry helped Draco stand back on his feet. He made no attempt to do anything about them and instead began to step back to his group of death eaters.
"You know," Voldemort said. "We had an initiation ceremony last night." Voldemort almost looked proud of himself. "And come to think of it..." Voldemort's voice trailed off as he walked over to one of the death eaters in black. He grabbed a handful of the hood. "I think you have more ties to the dark than you would like."
Ginny, Harry, and Draco all watched in horror as Voldemort pulled the death eaters hood back to reveal Ron. He did not meet anyone's eyes. Instead, he kept them focused to the ground.
"I think it's time for thigs to start. After all, I did make a promise to Miss Granger, here. Didn't I?" Voldemort said as he walked to the front to look at her. She turned her head to the side so she wouldn't have to look at him.
"Let us begin with the white dragon that was stolen a while back. Did you ever wonder what happened to it?" Voldemort paused to let anyone say anything. "Well, let me solve that mystery." Voldemort clapped his hands together and Charlie Weasley came walking from around the corner with a dragon just a bit smaller than the size of a normal man on a chain in front of him.
Ginny gasped and reached back to grab onto Draco. He gripped her arm, steadying her. This was two of her family that were involved with Voldemort. She felt dizzy.
"Let it go," Harry said through clenched teeth.
"All in good time, Potter." Voldemort looked over at the dragon as it stood by Charlie's side. "You know, the thing about white dragons are that they stay loyal to their masters. And in a few more weeks, this thing will be as large as a house."
"You'll be dead by the time he gets that big," Draco spat.
"Will I, now?" Voldemort smirked. "I wonder. Are you all familiar with the Lost Son prophecy? That's a bad question to ask. Of course you are. Have you figured it out yet?"
The three comrades looked back and forth between each other. They did't want to answer Voldemort.
"Well, you see, you, Harry, are the lost son. Hermione here is the love, and the dragon is the white power on wings. But now there was something about fire and ice, wasn't there?"
Ginny looked up and caught Ron's eyes. She could see shame there and glared at him intently until she heard Voldemort say her name with a certain terrifying tone.
"Now I don't know if you or young Malfoy have noticed this yet, but you two are the only people here today aside from Dumbledore over there," Voldemort said as he pointed at the tree that the old wizard was lsumped under. "That haven't been brought up in this conflict."
"What are you saying?" Draco asked fiercely.
"You, Malfoy, are ice. Your girlfriend here, is fire. And the prophecy specifically states," Voldemort paused and reached inside his robes. "That a sacrifice be made." Voldemort pulled out a dagger and lashed out at Ginny, lodging the knife in her chest.
Ginny inhaled deeply and took a stumbling step backward. She grabbed at the knife and began to fall as Draco caught her. He held her in his arms and layed her gently on the ground as the tears welled up in his eyes.
"Draco," Ginny said as the blood began to leak all over her robes. She let a tear slip out of the side of her eye. Draco looked absolutely pale as he wiped some hair out of her face.
"Ginny," he cried. "Don't go. You can't leave me. We're supposed to be together forever, remember? Ginny?!" Draco became frnatic as the color began to quickly leave Ginny's face.
She reached a hand up and caressed his face softly. She said shakily, "I love you." And then her hand dropped as she was gone.
Draco laid her on the hard ground and stayed crouched for a moment. The world seemed to go in slow motion and Draco didn't even notice that Harry had begun to battle with Voldemort. After a few moments he stood and turned to see that the death eaters were looking up and pointing.
Draco turned his head to see a large group of witches and wizards on broomsticks flying in their direction. Draco hoped that they were on his side, although it wouldnt matter if they weren't. Now that Ginny was gone, nothing mattered.
As the people began to touch ground, Draco recognized some of them from Hogwarts.
All chaos broke out at that point in time. There were curses being thrown left and right and Draco stood in the middle of everything next to Ginny's limp form. He began to feel the rage build up inside of him and he barely felt his legs as he ran to where Harry was battling Voldemort.
"Good of you to join me," Harry said as he shouted a spell at Voldemort. The man hissed and scratched at his eyes. Just as quickly as he took the spell, he threw another one back at Harry.
"I have an idea," Draco said as he ran off.
Charlie Weasley was still standing off to the side, holding onto the chain that held the dragon back. He straightened up and looked Draco straight in the eye as he walked up.
"You know, I never thought I'd see the day when a Weasley would just stand there and let his little sister die." draco walked over to Charlie and punched him, breaking his nose under the punch. Charlie dropped the chain and grabbed his nose. The dragon began to walk off, but Draco turned around with his back to Charlie and grabbed the chain instead.
"And this," Draco said and he turned around sharply, ramming his elbow into the side on Charlie's head, knocking the Weasley to the ground, "Is for my lonliness."
Draco smiled despite himself and walked up to stare the dragon in his eyes. Immediately there was an understanding between them and Draco pulled the dragon back with him over to Harry.
"Look what I found," Draco said as he stopped next to Harry who was recovering from what looked to have been the Cruciatus Curse. Voldemort stopped what he was doing and looked at Draco.
"Give me the chain, boy!" Voldemort shouted, sticking his hand out. "Give it to me!"
"I'll make you a deal," Draco said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I'll give you this chain if you promise to go to hell when you die." While Voldemort looked confusingly at the blonde man, Draco looked over at Harry who seemed to know what his thoughts were. Draco dropped the chain and pulled out his wand, Harry did the same. Before Voldemort could do anything, the two combined powers were shouting the Avada Kedavra Curse at Voldemort.
A bright green flahs lit the field and the fighting people around them stopped to turn and watch as the light hit Voldemort, knocking him lifelessly to the ground. Harry turned to Draco who looked very shaken from what had just taken place.
"We did it," Harry breathed. "He's gone." Harry walked over and looked down at the once powerful Voldemort. Now he was nothing more tahn a lifeless body laying on the ground.
Draco turned and crouched back on the ground next to Ginny. He pulled her into his arms and cried into her chest. He cried for her loss, and for his loss, and then he cried because he had never cried before in his life.
Harry watched this from afar and realized that Hermione was somewhere on this field. He tore his gaze from Draco and Ginny and looked around for her. It wasn't hard to see her since most of the deather eaters were being chained by ministry people who had shown up with the group from Hogwarts at the beginnning of the fight.
Harry walked over to the tree that Dumbledore was slouched under. Hermione was there, untied and ungagged, and was checking for Dumbledore's pulse. She pulled her hand back and shook her head at Harry. Harry bowed his head ad helped her to stand. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried softly.
"I'm sorry," Harry murmered into her hair.
Hermione lifted her head and smiled at Harry. Just then a loud roar could be heard and Harry and Hermione turned around to see that the dragon had spread its wings and was now flying off into the evening. It got as far away to where they couldn't see it anymore and then a bright flash was seen on the horizon.
A new star was simultaneously lit in the sky above their heads, flashing brightly.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Epilogue:
By the end of the fight many lives had been lost. Ginny Weasley had been the first and her funeral was held two days later, Draco being the one that spoke of her life.
Dumbledore was also lost in this conflict. The entire wizard world mourned his loss for days, and Hogwarts was never again the same.
Ron Weasley, after having witnessed the death of his sister, had given up on being a death eater. He was the one who had released Hermione, and he was responsible for killing himself in shame that same day on the battlefield.
Voldemort, of course, was killed and his death was celebrated throughout the year.
Things had gotten back to normal for everyone and Harry had decided to settle down back into his life after things were alright. He and Hermione started a family the next year. They had a daughter that they named Virginia, and another on the way.
Lucius Malfoy was not heard from after that one fateful day. He and a few deatheaters had gotten away before things had turned bad. Draco spends his life ins earch of killing those who caused his grief. He still has not lived it down.
But the memory of what happened lives on for all of those still alive. The memory is in a bright star that stays consistant every night in the northern sky. A guide for all those who are without hope.
But more than anything it is a promise of love for Harry and Hermione. After all, it was because of love that the star shines on even in the sky today.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
END STORY
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
a/n: thanks to dta1225 for looking up the stuff for me. what did you guys think? personally, i thought taht this chap was a bitch to write. and it wasn't all that great. but i was never much one for deep stories with any meaning that has more than fluff. if something is left unanswered, message me and i will answer those questions, or email me. but most of all....REVIEW!
Dumbledore had decided that they all needed to get some rest before going out and searching for Voldemort and Hermione. It hadn't been an easy choice to accept, but Harry had reluctantly agreed in the end. And now Harry was being violently shaken from his light slumber in his cot made with the others on the floor of an empty classroom.
Harry opened his eyes, and immediately saw the face of Lucius Malfoy. Harry began to yell, but Lucius clamped his hand over Harry's mouth and whispered in his ear.
"Lord Voldemort requests the presence of you and three of your choosing for a gathering." Lucius took his hand off of Harry's mouth and roughly helped him to stand up. "Quietly wake the three."
Harry stood and thought for a minute. He looked at Dumbledore who was sitting up in a chair asleep and immediately knew that he would be one to go. He walked over and roused him softly. Dumbledore's shocked eyes met Harry's when he saw Lucius Malfoy. Harry spoke softly into Dumbledore's ear about what was happening.
Harry turned around and saw Draco and Ginny wrapped in each other on a small pile of blankets in the floor near the farthest edge of the room. He remembered how strong he had heard Ginny's skills had gotten in her seventh year, and he immediately knew that she would be one to go. And Draco as well since he was well equipped for the dark arts that his father had taught him in the early part of his life.
He walked over and roused them, letting them know the situation. Draco's eyes met his father's, and he looked away from him, knowing that this was the end of any relationship he had with his father. It would be hard fighting against him, no matter how much Lucius deserved it.
Ginny gripped tight onto Draco's hand and met Lucius' shocked eyes when he realized that his son had been with a Weasley. Ginny smirked mockingly and leaned over to kiss Draco's cheek, making sure that Lucius was watching.
Lucius sneered and then motioned for Harry and the three of his companions to follow him outside in the hallway.
"I have a portkey that will take us to our destination. It will be activated in," Lucius paused to look at his muggle watch. "Fifteen seconds."
Lucius pulled a six inch ruler out of one of the inside pockets of his cloak. He held it out and the four other hands touched it. They all looked back and forth to each other, giving small smiles and looks of reassurance. But Harry did not feel reassured. If anything, he felt like his stomach was going to come up through his throat. And when the portkey was activated, the feeling increased.
The journey seemed to go on forever until they landed again on hard ground. Harry stumbled to stay standing up. He looked around to see where he was, only noting that he didn't recognize anything except that they were outside. Dawn was approaching and light from the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon.
The four people stood close together, afriad to go almost anywhere, and when a large door from a building behind them they hadn't seen opened, they all nearly jumped out of their skin. A large group of people dressed in all black walked out. They were in neat rows of two and stood about four feet apart. Somewhere in the middle of their group stood a single person, and Harry began to clutch his head in pain.
Draco, Ginny, and Dumbledore turned around to see Harry on his knees, clutching his head in pain.
The line of people stopped and what they assumed was their leader walked forward to the small group. Before they got their they all knew who he was. It could only have been one person. Voldemort.
He pulled his hood back to show them his face, and Ginny heard herself gasp. Draco stepped in front of her, obviosuly trying his best to protect her from him. Voldemort would have found this funny if he weren't grabbing Harry's arm, pulling him to a standing position.
"It's been a while, Harry," Voldemort said in a very calm, soothing voice. "And yes, I have what you want." Voldemort snapped his fingers and two of the deather eaters in black cloaks turned around and went back inside. Several moments later they carried out Hermione. She was bound by the wrists with a simple piece of muggle rope, and her mouth was covered with a piece of cloth. She was held tightly on the upper arms by the two men that had gone to get her.
"I see this sparks your interest," Voldemort said with a grin. "I'll make you a trade right now. Your power for her life. I'll be the most powerful person in all the world and you'll be the happiest. What say you?"
Harry could see Hermione's eyes pleading with him not to do it. He would do anything in his power to save her, but letting Voldemort take over the world wasn't one of them. He shook his head slowly and watched Voldemort's face turn from a grin to a smirk.
"Then I guess we'll just have to do things the hard way." He paused and looked deep into Harry's eyes. Without anyone realizing it, he pulled out his wand and yelled at Harry," Crucio!"
Harry felt the needle hot pain stab at his skin and burn his bones. He could feel his eyelids convulsing and the ground hit his knees as he fell. Everything was on fire. And then he began to scream.
Dumbledore took out his wand and aimed it at Voldemort. "Expelliarmus!" he yelled, but Voldemort's wand stayed content in its owner's hand. But Dumbledore had managed to stop the Cruciatus Curse from drilling at Harry anymore.
"Well, if it isn't Albus Dumbledore. I believe you need to watch this from elsewhere. -SIT DOWN-!" Vodlemort yelled the last two words forcefully and Dumbledore went flying backwards into a tree. He slumped over with a moan of pain and a dull thud.
"Draco Malfoy," Voldemort said as he walked over to Draco, looking him up and down. "You certainly do look like your father. It's too bad that you had to go off and bring him such shame. You could have amounted to greatness."
Draco held his head high, not letting any fear or emotion come to his face. "I will not let your sadistic beliefs control me."
"What a shame." Voldemort lifted his wand at Draco's chest and shouted, "Firente Infernium!"
Draco fell to his knees and grabbed at his chest. A wickedly hot pain was shooting through his heart. He cried out and kept tearing at his chest while Voldemort laughed on maniacally.
Ginny watched all of this happening until she realized that Voldemort was no longer laughing. Instead, he was looking straight at her. He took a few steps forward with his wand held lightly in his left hand. He looked at Ginny through his red eyes and watched as a thin layerof sweat broke out on her forehead.
"Well, what do we have here? A Weasley?" Voldemort laughed a little and watched as Harry helped Draco stand back on his feet. He made no attempt to do anything about them and instead began to step back to his group of death eaters.
"You know," Voldemort said. "We had an initiation ceremony last night." Voldemort almost looked proud of himself. "And come to think of it..." Voldemort's voice trailed off as he walked over to one of the death eaters in black. He grabbed a handful of the hood. "I think you have more ties to the dark than you would like."
Ginny, Harry, and Draco all watched in horror as Voldemort pulled the death eaters hood back to reveal Ron. He did not meet anyone's eyes. Instead, he kept them focused to the ground.
"I think it's time for thigs to start. After all, I did make a promise to Miss Granger, here. Didn't I?" Voldemort said as he walked to the front to look at her. She turned her head to the side so she wouldn't have to look at him.
"Let us begin with the white dragon that was stolen a while back. Did you ever wonder what happened to it?" Voldemort paused to let anyone say anything. "Well, let me solve that mystery." Voldemort clapped his hands together and Charlie Weasley came walking from around the corner with a dragon just a bit smaller than the size of a normal man on a chain in front of him.
Ginny gasped and reached back to grab onto Draco. He gripped her arm, steadying her. This was two of her family that were involved with Voldemort. She felt dizzy.
"Let it go," Harry said through clenched teeth.
"All in good time, Potter." Voldemort looked over at the dragon as it stood by Charlie's side. "You know, the thing about white dragons are that they stay loyal to their masters. And in a few more weeks, this thing will be as large as a house."
"You'll be dead by the time he gets that big," Draco spat.
"Will I, now?" Voldemort smirked. "I wonder. Are you all familiar with the Lost Son prophecy? That's a bad question to ask. Of course you are. Have you figured it out yet?"
The three comrades looked back and forth between each other. They did't want to answer Voldemort.
"Well, you see, you, Harry, are the lost son. Hermione here is the love, and the dragon is the white power on wings. But now there was something about fire and ice, wasn't there?"
Ginny looked up and caught Ron's eyes. She could see shame there and glared at him intently until she heard Voldemort say her name with a certain terrifying tone.
"Now I don't know if you or young Malfoy have noticed this yet, but you two are the only people here today aside from Dumbledore over there," Voldemort said as he pointed at the tree that the old wizard was lsumped under. "That haven't been brought up in this conflict."
"What are you saying?" Draco asked fiercely.
"You, Malfoy, are ice. Your girlfriend here, is fire. And the prophecy specifically states," Voldemort paused and reached inside his robes. "That a sacrifice be made." Voldemort pulled out a dagger and lashed out at Ginny, lodging the knife in her chest.
Ginny inhaled deeply and took a stumbling step backward. She grabbed at the knife and began to fall as Draco caught her. He held her in his arms and layed her gently on the ground as the tears welled up in his eyes.
"Draco," Ginny said as the blood began to leak all over her robes. She let a tear slip out of the side of her eye. Draco looked absolutely pale as he wiped some hair out of her face.
"Ginny," he cried. "Don't go. You can't leave me. We're supposed to be together forever, remember? Ginny?!" Draco became frnatic as the color began to quickly leave Ginny's face.
She reached a hand up and caressed his face softly. She said shakily, "I love you." And then her hand dropped as she was gone.
Draco laid her on the hard ground and stayed crouched for a moment. The world seemed to go in slow motion and Draco didn't even notice that Harry had begun to battle with Voldemort. After a few moments he stood and turned to see that the death eaters were looking up and pointing.
Draco turned his head to see a large group of witches and wizards on broomsticks flying in their direction. Draco hoped that they were on his side, although it wouldnt matter if they weren't. Now that Ginny was gone, nothing mattered.
As the people began to touch ground, Draco recognized some of them from Hogwarts.
All chaos broke out at that point in time. There were curses being thrown left and right and Draco stood in the middle of everything next to Ginny's limp form. He began to feel the rage build up inside of him and he barely felt his legs as he ran to where Harry was battling Voldemort.
"Good of you to join me," Harry said as he shouted a spell at Voldemort. The man hissed and scratched at his eyes. Just as quickly as he took the spell, he threw another one back at Harry.
"I have an idea," Draco said as he ran off.
Charlie Weasley was still standing off to the side, holding onto the chain that held the dragon back. He straightened up and looked Draco straight in the eye as he walked up.
"You know, I never thought I'd see the day when a Weasley would just stand there and let his little sister die." draco walked over to Charlie and punched him, breaking his nose under the punch. Charlie dropped the chain and grabbed his nose. The dragon began to walk off, but Draco turned around with his back to Charlie and grabbed the chain instead.
"And this," Draco said and he turned around sharply, ramming his elbow into the side on Charlie's head, knocking the Weasley to the ground, "Is for my lonliness."
Draco smiled despite himself and walked up to stare the dragon in his eyes. Immediately there was an understanding between them and Draco pulled the dragon back with him over to Harry.
"Look what I found," Draco said as he stopped next to Harry who was recovering from what looked to have been the Cruciatus Curse. Voldemort stopped what he was doing and looked at Draco.
"Give me the chain, boy!" Voldemort shouted, sticking his hand out. "Give it to me!"
"I'll make you a deal," Draco said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I'll give you this chain if you promise to go to hell when you die." While Voldemort looked confusingly at the blonde man, Draco looked over at Harry who seemed to know what his thoughts were. Draco dropped the chain and pulled out his wand, Harry did the same. Before Voldemort could do anything, the two combined powers were shouting the Avada Kedavra Curse at Voldemort.
A bright green flahs lit the field and the fighting people around them stopped to turn and watch as the light hit Voldemort, knocking him lifelessly to the ground. Harry turned to Draco who looked very shaken from what had just taken place.
"We did it," Harry breathed. "He's gone." Harry walked over and looked down at the once powerful Voldemort. Now he was nothing more tahn a lifeless body laying on the ground.
Draco turned and crouched back on the ground next to Ginny. He pulled her into his arms and cried into her chest. He cried for her loss, and for his loss, and then he cried because he had never cried before in his life.
Harry watched this from afar and realized that Hermione was somewhere on this field. He tore his gaze from Draco and Ginny and looked around for her. It wasn't hard to see her since most of the deather eaters were being chained by ministry people who had shown up with the group from Hogwarts at the beginnning of the fight.
Harry walked over to the tree that Dumbledore was slouched under. Hermione was there, untied and ungagged, and was checking for Dumbledore's pulse. She pulled her hand back and shook her head at Harry. Harry bowed his head ad helped her to stand. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried softly.
"I'm sorry," Harry murmered into her hair.
Hermione lifted her head and smiled at Harry. Just then a loud roar could be heard and Harry and Hermione turned around to see that the dragon had spread its wings and was now flying off into the evening. It got as far away to where they couldn't see it anymore and then a bright flash was seen on the horizon.
A new star was simultaneously lit in the sky above their heads, flashing brightly.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Epilogue:
By the end of the fight many lives had been lost. Ginny Weasley had been the first and her funeral was held two days later, Draco being the one that spoke of her life.
Dumbledore was also lost in this conflict. The entire wizard world mourned his loss for days, and Hogwarts was never again the same.
Ron Weasley, after having witnessed the death of his sister, had given up on being a death eater. He was the one who had released Hermione, and he was responsible for killing himself in shame that same day on the battlefield.
Voldemort, of course, was killed and his death was celebrated throughout the year.
Things had gotten back to normal for everyone and Harry had decided to settle down back into his life after things were alright. He and Hermione started a family the next year. They had a daughter that they named Virginia, and another on the way.
Lucius Malfoy was not heard from after that one fateful day. He and a few deatheaters had gotten away before things had turned bad. Draco spends his life ins earch of killing those who caused his grief. He still has not lived it down.
But the memory of what happened lives on for all of those still alive. The memory is in a bright star that stays consistant every night in the northern sky. A guide for all those who are without hope.
But more than anything it is a promise of love for Harry and Hermione. After all, it was because of love that the star shines on even in the sky today.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
END STORY
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
a/n: thanks to dta1225 for looking up the stuff for me. what did you guys think? personally, i thought taht this chap was a bitch to write. and it wasn't all that great. but i was never much one for deep stories with any meaning that has more than fluff. if something is left unanswered, message me and i will answer those questions, or email me. but most of all....REVIEW!