The Aftermath
By S. Christian
DISCLAIMER: This fic is based on charactars and situations created by J.K. Rowling and not myself. I have no money, therefore please, try your best not to sue me.
After all that has happened, Ron proves to be the greatest friend Harry could ever have. Harry is now to go ambush Lucius. What will be the outcome of this endeavor? If you read, you will find out. R&R, even though I have no threats for you. Enjoy this chapter and read on in prosperity.
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It was dawn in the open field. A total of 155 Aurors from around the world were present. They came from England, America, France, Germany, Egypt, China, and Russia. Harry was astounded at how many wizards and witches had come, especially from so many places. When he said the best, he only meant the best in England. But he got the world. There to fight evil's last hope.
It was still a bit foggy, and there were nothing but clouds above them. Neville stood next to Harry, watching him intently, waiting for an order. He decided to speak.
"How are we going to pull this off? Intellegence says we've got at least 300 Death Eaters in that part of the village alone."
Harry didn't speak for a minute or two. Then he said, "About half of this will count on the power and efficiency of our spells."
"And the other half?" Neville asked.
Harry just smirked and kept staring at the village ahead of them. "That's just a little something I call faith."
A hand was clasped on his shoulder. He turned to see Draco. "Don't worry, Harry. My poor fucking excuse for a father could never put us down. We'll come out of this. Alive," he added.
Harry tried his best to grin. He reached out his hand and shook Draco's. "It's been nice finally getting along with you. It will be even better fighting along side you."
Draco chuckled. "It won't be the last time. Don't talk like it will."
Harry just nodded. A young Egyptian wizard asked when they were departing at that moment.
"Gather around, people," Harry said, while people gathered in a circle around him. "There is an old house on this side of Hogsmeade. We're charging it, for that's where they are located. It won't look like much outside, but it will be huge inside. We'll go through this in groups of two or three. I'm going with Draco Malfoy, and the rest of you need to pick your 'buddies'."
As soon as that was all organized, Harry described how they were all going to split up once inside. He and Draco were going straight for Lucius.
"Well, savor the peace you have now, because in five minutes, things are going to get alot louder," Harry said. "In five minutes, we're charging."
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Hermione was finally asleep. She had spent hours just staring at the ceiling. She couldn't get everything through her head. What exactly was going on? Harry was out there, fighting a fight that he may die in.
Her dreams were full of his face. They featured their good moments, bad moments, happy moments, sad moments. She had a bad feeling about what was to happen. She couldn't help but feel that Harry had made a false promise.
The dream she was currently in was of a place she was not familiar with. She saw Harry and a few wizards she did not know. They were trying their best to be quiet. They were in a forest full of evergreens trees. Then, out of nowhere, a blue beem hit Harry, and he hit the ground, clutching his chest.
She sat up with a jolt. Her sweat was cold. She had just witnessed in her dream an incident she had been thinking too much about. Was Harry going to die? Her dreams said yes. Her hope said no.
She walked out of her bedroom to the kitchen and got a cup of tea made. She looked at the clock. It was still only 4:00 in the morning. As she stared at the clock, there was a tap on her window.
As she opened the window, an owl flew in and landed on the couch. It had a letter tied to it's leg. Hermione found the owl a treat, untied the letter, and read:
Dear Miss Granger,
Sorry to bother you so early, but we need you to come in to the office now. We have another arguement over Quidditch trades and we think we might need your help sorting it all out. Thank you.
The Ministry of Magic Office of International Affairs
She sighed and shooed the owl out the window. She quickly showered and dressed.
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She had apparated to the outside of the building. As she walked inside, she noticed it was oddly dark. Usually someone at work at those hours.
She turned toward the elevators. At that moment, something moved out of the corner of her eye. She began to get nervous. She started walking more quickly.
All of the sudden, she was grabbed from behind. She was turned and she saw who her attacker was. It was Crabbe. Goyle was behind him laughing.
"What the fuck do you want?" she said, more or less shouting.
Goyle smiled. "It's a little game we play. We call it 'taking over the Ministry and kill the filthy Mudbloods'."
She tried to scream, but it never got out as a sharp pain went through her head and she blacked out.
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Only one minute until the charge. Harry had a feeling that something bad had happened elsewhere, but tried to shake it off as he kept his breathing as steady as possible.
Ten seconds. Everything had gotten so quiet. No animals, people, or anything else, for that matter. The fog was as thick as ever.
It was time!
"Go!" Harry shouted.
On his call, everyone ran forward, wands drawn, ready to get into that house no matter what. Harry had been right about their defense. They were already being slowed down by a blockade of witches and wizards in skull masks. Harry drew out his wand and started shouting off curses at a dangerous rate.
Ministry wizards were falling left and right. Death Eaters were falling left and right. It had only been 3 minutes and the entire blockade of Death Eaters were all dead and a quarter of the Ministry forces were down.
Harry and Draco were at the door. They kicked it open and walked in, ready for anything. To their surprise, no one was there. They did notice it was pretty much a maze of doors just from the entrance. Ten other pairs had entered.
Harry bit his lip. "Everybody choose a door. Draco, we've got the one over to the left."
Draco nodded. They ran over to the door and opened. Again, no resistance. They kept running around the weaving hallway. Eventually, they came to an area where it seperated two ways. They looked at each other. Without words, they split up and ran along their seperate hallways.
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Harry had been running for almost 10 minutes. Finally, he saw a flickering light. A fire. Someone had a fireplace burning. He ran to the end of the hall and turned right toward the fire. What he saw couldn't have caught him more off guard. Lucius just sitting in an armchair calmly as Draco was laying on the floor, bleeding.
Lucius looked up and grinned. "Took you long enough, Potter. Too bad my little shit of a son here got here first. It would have been fun killing you earlier."
The anger was filling up in Harry. One of his new best friends was dieing on the floor, at the hands of his own father. Harry could only figure one thing to do. He drew his wand and shouted, "Expelliarmus!"
He hit Lucius, but the older Malfoy held on to his wand. They both started shouting off curses. Most missed, but few hit. Soon, both were scratched and cut. Harry knew he had to finish it.
"Nikilik Karpius!"
The waterball formed and went toward Lucius. Almost as if it were in slow motion, Lucius darted to the right. The waterball kept getting bigger and bigger. It kept flying until-
"AHHHHH! YOU STUPID LITTLE FUCK! LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!"
Lucius had no right arm. Harry wasted no time. He charged at Lucius, hoping to knock him down and kill him the easy way. Right before he hit Lucius, there was a *POP!*, and Lucius was gone. Harry's shoulder slammed into the wall where Lucius had been. He held the broken limb in pain, but then ran over to Draco. He was still breathing with his eyes open
He blinked everytime he took a breath. "Hey there Harry. I-I'm sorry."
Harry didn't even bother supressing his tears. "Sorry about what, Draco?"
"All of the years," Draco said, barely getting his words out, "of pain I caused you and your friends. I hope that if you haven't forgiven me, that you will. I probably wouldn't deserve your forgiveness."
"That's bull shit, Draco. We forgave you months ago. You have done more than enough to deserve it."
They sat in silence for a little bit. Then Draco tried to move his arms, realizing he couldn't.
"Harry," he gasped out. "Reach into my right pocket."
Harry, confused, reached into the pocket and pulled out a small box. He was about to open it when Draco did his best to nudge him.
"Don't open it. Just give it to Ginny."
Harry put in his pocket and nodded.
All of Draco's breaths were now raspy. He was near death. "Hey Harry," he said.
"Yeah."
Draco grabbed Harry's hand and tried to shake it. "Thanks."
The hand fell limp and Draco Malfoy died. Harry sat, just crying for a little bit. Then he picked up his wand and said a small spell. He then spoke into it as if it were a microphone.
"Fall out."
He picked up the limp body of Draco and apparated out of the house to the Burrow.
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Next chapter will be the last chapter, but no need to fear, a sequel is near. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. I would like to thank all of my readers and reviewers, and hope for a fresh batch of reviews soon. Until then, I must say adios.
By S. Christian
DISCLAIMER: This fic is based on charactars and situations created by J.K. Rowling and not myself. I have no money, therefore please, try your best not to sue me.
After all that has happened, Ron proves to be the greatest friend Harry could ever have. Harry is now to go ambush Lucius. What will be the outcome of this endeavor? If you read, you will find out. R&R, even though I have no threats for you. Enjoy this chapter and read on in prosperity.
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It was dawn in the open field. A total of 155 Aurors from around the world were present. They came from England, America, France, Germany, Egypt, China, and Russia. Harry was astounded at how many wizards and witches had come, especially from so many places. When he said the best, he only meant the best in England. But he got the world. There to fight evil's last hope.
It was still a bit foggy, and there were nothing but clouds above them. Neville stood next to Harry, watching him intently, waiting for an order. He decided to speak.
"How are we going to pull this off? Intellegence says we've got at least 300 Death Eaters in that part of the village alone."
Harry didn't speak for a minute or two. Then he said, "About half of this will count on the power and efficiency of our spells."
"And the other half?" Neville asked.
Harry just smirked and kept staring at the village ahead of them. "That's just a little something I call faith."
A hand was clasped on his shoulder. He turned to see Draco. "Don't worry, Harry. My poor fucking excuse for a father could never put us down. We'll come out of this. Alive," he added.
Harry tried his best to grin. He reached out his hand and shook Draco's. "It's been nice finally getting along with you. It will be even better fighting along side you."
Draco chuckled. "It won't be the last time. Don't talk like it will."
Harry just nodded. A young Egyptian wizard asked when they were departing at that moment.
"Gather around, people," Harry said, while people gathered in a circle around him. "There is an old house on this side of Hogsmeade. We're charging it, for that's where they are located. It won't look like much outside, but it will be huge inside. We'll go through this in groups of two or three. I'm going with Draco Malfoy, and the rest of you need to pick your 'buddies'."
As soon as that was all organized, Harry described how they were all going to split up once inside. He and Draco were going straight for Lucius.
"Well, savor the peace you have now, because in five minutes, things are going to get alot louder," Harry said. "In five minutes, we're charging."
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Hermione was finally asleep. She had spent hours just staring at the ceiling. She couldn't get everything through her head. What exactly was going on? Harry was out there, fighting a fight that he may die in.
Her dreams were full of his face. They featured their good moments, bad moments, happy moments, sad moments. She had a bad feeling about what was to happen. She couldn't help but feel that Harry had made a false promise.
The dream she was currently in was of a place she was not familiar with. She saw Harry and a few wizards she did not know. They were trying their best to be quiet. They were in a forest full of evergreens trees. Then, out of nowhere, a blue beem hit Harry, and he hit the ground, clutching his chest.
She sat up with a jolt. Her sweat was cold. She had just witnessed in her dream an incident she had been thinking too much about. Was Harry going to die? Her dreams said yes. Her hope said no.
She walked out of her bedroom to the kitchen and got a cup of tea made. She looked at the clock. It was still only 4:00 in the morning. As she stared at the clock, there was a tap on her window.
As she opened the window, an owl flew in and landed on the couch. It had a letter tied to it's leg. Hermione found the owl a treat, untied the letter, and read:
Dear Miss Granger,
Sorry to bother you so early, but we need you to come in to the office now. We have another arguement over Quidditch trades and we think we might need your help sorting it all out. Thank you.
The Ministry of Magic Office of International Affairs
She sighed and shooed the owl out the window. She quickly showered and dressed.
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She had apparated to the outside of the building. As she walked inside, she noticed it was oddly dark. Usually someone at work at those hours.
She turned toward the elevators. At that moment, something moved out of the corner of her eye. She began to get nervous. She started walking more quickly.
All of the sudden, she was grabbed from behind. She was turned and she saw who her attacker was. It was Crabbe. Goyle was behind him laughing.
"What the fuck do you want?" she said, more or less shouting.
Goyle smiled. "It's a little game we play. We call it 'taking over the Ministry and kill the filthy Mudbloods'."
She tried to scream, but it never got out as a sharp pain went through her head and she blacked out.
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Only one minute until the charge. Harry had a feeling that something bad had happened elsewhere, but tried to shake it off as he kept his breathing as steady as possible.
Ten seconds. Everything had gotten so quiet. No animals, people, or anything else, for that matter. The fog was as thick as ever.
It was time!
"Go!" Harry shouted.
On his call, everyone ran forward, wands drawn, ready to get into that house no matter what. Harry had been right about their defense. They were already being slowed down by a blockade of witches and wizards in skull masks. Harry drew out his wand and started shouting off curses at a dangerous rate.
Ministry wizards were falling left and right. Death Eaters were falling left and right. It had only been 3 minutes and the entire blockade of Death Eaters were all dead and a quarter of the Ministry forces were down.
Harry and Draco were at the door. They kicked it open and walked in, ready for anything. To their surprise, no one was there. They did notice it was pretty much a maze of doors just from the entrance. Ten other pairs had entered.
Harry bit his lip. "Everybody choose a door. Draco, we've got the one over to the left."
Draco nodded. They ran over to the door and opened. Again, no resistance. They kept running around the weaving hallway. Eventually, they came to an area where it seperated two ways. They looked at each other. Without words, they split up and ran along their seperate hallways.
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Harry had been running for almost 10 minutes. Finally, he saw a flickering light. A fire. Someone had a fireplace burning. He ran to the end of the hall and turned right toward the fire. What he saw couldn't have caught him more off guard. Lucius just sitting in an armchair calmly as Draco was laying on the floor, bleeding.
Lucius looked up and grinned. "Took you long enough, Potter. Too bad my little shit of a son here got here first. It would have been fun killing you earlier."
The anger was filling up in Harry. One of his new best friends was dieing on the floor, at the hands of his own father. Harry could only figure one thing to do. He drew his wand and shouted, "Expelliarmus!"
He hit Lucius, but the older Malfoy held on to his wand. They both started shouting off curses. Most missed, but few hit. Soon, both were scratched and cut. Harry knew he had to finish it.
"Nikilik Karpius!"
The waterball formed and went toward Lucius. Almost as if it were in slow motion, Lucius darted to the right. The waterball kept getting bigger and bigger. It kept flying until-
"AHHHHH! YOU STUPID LITTLE FUCK! LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!"
Lucius had no right arm. Harry wasted no time. He charged at Lucius, hoping to knock him down and kill him the easy way. Right before he hit Lucius, there was a *POP!*, and Lucius was gone. Harry's shoulder slammed into the wall where Lucius had been. He held the broken limb in pain, but then ran over to Draco. He was still breathing with his eyes open
He blinked everytime he took a breath. "Hey there Harry. I-I'm sorry."
Harry didn't even bother supressing his tears. "Sorry about what, Draco?"
"All of the years," Draco said, barely getting his words out, "of pain I caused you and your friends. I hope that if you haven't forgiven me, that you will. I probably wouldn't deserve your forgiveness."
"That's bull shit, Draco. We forgave you months ago. You have done more than enough to deserve it."
They sat in silence for a little bit. Then Draco tried to move his arms, realizing he couldn't.
"Harry," he gasped out. "Reach into my right pocket."
Harry, confused, reached into the pocket and pulled out a small box. He was about to open it when Draco did his best to nudge him.
"Don't open it. Just give it to Ginny."
Harry put in his pocket and nodded.
All of Draco's breaths were now raspy. He was near death. "Hey Harry," he said.
"Yeah."
Draco grabbed Harry's hand and tried to shake it. "Thanks."
The hand fell limp and Draco Malfoy died. Harry sat, just crying for a little bit. Then he picked up his wand and said a small spell. He then spoke into it as if it were a microphone.
"Fall out."
He picked up the limp body of Draco and apparated out of the house to the Burrow.
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Next chapter will be the last chapter, but no need to fear, a sequel is near. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. I would like to thank all of my readers and reviewers, and hope for a fresh batch of reviews soon. Until then, I must say adios.