Survivors*~~
The End*~~
It is very important for you to understand, things do not always turn out well. Good does not triumph over evil. And heroes can always be broken.
But, this was not one of those times. Draconias Malfoy knew a way to make his father fall. And the answer was rooted to Virginia Weasley.
Ginny, 7 months into the Malfoy Era, awoke. Just as the wizarding world had faced the Malfoy Era, she awoke. Just as the survivors realized their grand mistake, she awoke. Just as everyone lost hope, she awoke.
And Harry. Broken Harry Potter. He was healed. As he saw her chocolate eyes and tasted her ruby lips, he was healed.
And he was mad. No evil would have an Era while he was around.
And The War. Well, The War wasn't over yet. It never had been.
Ginny Weasley was now a member of the Phoenix Agents. And together, they all defeated the Malfoy Era. Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Draco Malfoy made Lucius Malfoy fall. They made The War reach its end.
They made one last stand.
And as the blood spilled from his mouth, Lucius said, "Why, my son, why?"
"You broke so many. You killed so many. You tore so many. You shattered love and hope from so many. You left so many to rot. You were always too good for anyone but yourself. You had always used one too many. Why do you think?" hissed Draco softly. And his father was gone.
And so was any likes of the Malfoy name. So, Draco was no longer Draco Malfoy, but Draco Evans.
And, as the five remaining Phoenix Agents stood by the other Phoenix Agents' and Harry's parents' graves, Harry let himself cry. And he cried purple tears of raw magic. And his purple tears mixed with the red of Ginny's, the green of Draco's, the midnight blue of Hermione's, and the gold of Ron's. Five color tears of raw magic.
Magic that lit the ground. Magic that sent forth ghosts of Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore, Amelia Pentock, Sandra Kendris, Tabitha Kendris-Lupin, Viktor Krum, Fleur Krum, Cho Chang, Cedric Diggory, Charlie Weasley, Molly Weasley, Percy Weasley, Fred Weasley, and Lily and James Potter.
Hogwarts was graced with a new band of ghosts and a ghost of a Headmaster.
And Harry married Ginny and Ron married Hermione and ghost Fred and live George married Angelina and Alicia and ghost Percy married Penelope. And the ones who could gave birth to children. And those wedded that had only one living person adopted children that The War left orphaned.
But each and every one of them would never forget a long war. A war of 2 years and 3 months. The War.
The War that made them lose so many. The War that took away so much hope and life. The War they survived. The War that ended with the Battle of the Phoenixes. The War.
The War..
The End*~~
It is very important for you to understand, things do not always turn out well. Good does not triumph over evil. And heroes can always be broken.
But, this was not one of those times. Draconias Malfoy knew a way to make his father fall. And the answer was rooted to Virginia Weasley.
Ginny, 7 months into the Malfoy Era, awoke. Just as the wizarding world had faced the Malfoy Era, she awoke. Just as the survivors realized their grand mistake, she awoke. Just as everyone lost hope, she awoke.
And Harry. Broken Harry Potter. He was healed. As he saw her chocolate eyes and tasted her ruby lips, he was healed.
And he was mad. No evil would have an Era while he was around.
And The War. Well, The War wasn't over yet. It never had been.
Ginny Weasley was now a member of the Phoenix Agents. And together, they all defeated the Malfoy Era. Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Draco Malfoy made Lucius Malfoy fall. They made The War reach its end.
They made one last stand.
And as the blood spilled from his mouth, Lucius said, "Why, my son, why?"
"You broke so many. You killed so many. You tore so many. You shattered love and hope from so many. You left so many to rot. You were always too good for anyone but yourself. You had always used one too many. Why do you think?" hissed Draco softly. And his father was gone.
And so was any likes of the Malfoy name. So, Draco was no longer Draco Malfoy, but Draco Evans.
And, as the five remaining Phoenix Agents stood by the other Phoenix Agents' and Harry's parents' graves, Harry let himself cry. And he cried purple tears of raw magic. And his purple tears mixed with the red of Ginny's, the green of Draco's, the midnight blue of Hermione's, and the gold of Ron's. Five color tears of raw magic.
Magic that lit the ground. Magic that sent forth ghosts of Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore, Amelia Pentock, Sandra Kendris, Tabitha Kendris-Lupin, Viktor Krum, Fleur Krum, Cho Chang, Cedric Diggory, Charlie Weasley, Molly Weasley, Percy Weasley, Fred Weasley, and Lily and James Potter.
Hogwarts was graced with a new band of ghosts and a ghost of a Headmaster.
And Harry married Ginny and Ron married Hermione and ghost Fred and live George married Angelina and Alicia and ghost Percy married Penelope. And the ones who could gave birth to children. And those wedded that had only one living person adopted children that The War left orphaned.
But each and every one of them would never forget a long war. A war of 2 years and 3 months. The War.
The War that made them lose so many. The War that took away so much hope and life. The War they survived. The War that ended with the Battle of the Phoenixes. The War.
The War..