I figured you just couldn't wait to see what happened. Besides, I'm really ready to start on that sequel. It's going to be a bit darker than this one, a bit more angsty but it answers a lot of questions about the wizarding world in America. Well, anything else…Oh, thanks to the readers and reviewers. A word to the wise, this is written in Harry's POV, for a change of pace.
"Let the duel begin!" he shouted. We were helpless, powerless to save our friend for the past year. The best year of our lives.
They began to circle each other. Ron limply held Lavender to his chest. Draco stood, his fingernails cutting into his palms so hard that blood ran down his hand. Hermione stood behind me, cowering into my back, pecking around my arm every so often. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, they came full circle and raised their wands.
"Petrificus totalus!" she yelled.
"Expilerus!" screamed he, a second before Jen's curse hit him dead on. Her spell made him as stiff as a corpse. His arms where pulled down by some invisible weight. The spell, aimed for her raised wand, landed on her stomach. She fell back, hitting her head on the cobblestone street.
We all stood still for a moment, looking around in shock. Then, as if some invisible stop light turned green, we rushed for Jen, Draco leading the way, Lavender carefully discarded on the ground.
"She isn't...is she?" Ron asked, not daring to say the word we were all thinking.
Hermione pushed forward and, dropping to her knees, put her head just over her chest. When she came up, she was smiling. "She's alive!" she sighed, as if it happened only by some miracle.
A pair of black clad arms came through our mass, followed quickly by Snape. He grabbed her, held her close, and cried. No, he actually sobbed. We were all crying, silent tears, but he sobbed, screamed, plead with every god we could think of, and then some. It was a sickening sight.
Ron came over and slapped him. "Pull yourself together man! She's alive, you crazy git," he screamed, shaking him. He looked from Ron to me, to Jen and then back to Ron, before he nodded and loosened his grip the poor girl.
Suddenly, a single clap came from some place in the crowd. It spread through the people and everyone cheered. "She's defeated You-Know-Who!" a cry ran through the crowd.
I finally looked back at Voldemort. Remus and Sirius were leading him away on a magiced stretcher; McGonagall was trying to round up all the Death Eaters. Dumbledore moved our way.
"Severus," he said in his mystical voice, somewhat empowered by the sudden events, "help Minerva. I'll take care of Jen." Snape, somewhat reluctantly, agreed and let Jen slip into my arms as he got up to help McGonagall, brushing his tears away. Then, Dumbledore spook to us, "I hope you all learned something today. I've alerted the proper authorities, Mr. Fudge, Mr. Brown, and the like. Also, the Medi-Wizards will be along shortly to take her to St. Mungo's," horror lit our eyes, "I'm sure she'll be fine, it's just a precaution." For some reason, we trusted him.
The Medi-Wizards did come and take her away. Voldemort was escorted to Azkaban, his wand broken into a million pieces and spread over the Pacific Ocean. The day that happened, my wand wouldn't do any spells, it looked like it was crying. Months passed, school life went on and, come June, we all were preparing for graduation. It wasn't as rewarding as it would've been if Jen were with us.