A/N: well everyone, this is going to be my second fanfic. Wish me luck.

Chapter One

The blood and carnage was spread out over the grounds of Hogwarts. Dead bodies of both the good side and the evil side were littering the once majestic grounds. But still in all the death the battle forged on in all its disgusting glory. Lord Voldemort, the wizarding world's greatest fear had at last come to Hogwarts.

Draco had followed his father into battle, and his father had followed the Dark Lord. Surprising himself, Draco did not want to fight against the students of Hogwarts. He had yes, teased them, and tortured them, but in the whole big picture, killing them.......he couldn't do it. His father and the Dark Lord had taught him the killing curse but this was the first opportunity that was given to him to prove that he had it in him. And he didn't. He could not kill.

Swirling through the bloody mess of what had once been Hogwarts was the hardest thing Draco had ever had to do. Hogwarts was his true home, the place he could come to when his father was building the pressure to take the dark mark or grilling him on beating Potter. And he had helped destroy it. He hadn't done anything to prevent it and...he had suspected his father and the Dark Lord of being up to something!

Draco shook his head as his mind wandered. This was not the way to go into battle. Questioning one's actions! That was the way to get killed.

"DRACO!" he heard his father shout.

Draco's head snapped up to his fathers face, and he watched as Lucius crumpled to the ground. Looking around he saw Voldemort's smoking wand pointed at his father.

"But..." thought Draco "How could he kill father?"

Voldemort's evil cackling laugh was enough to answer Draco's thought. His next words confirmed it.

"Your father was too weak, Draco. Practically one of those mudblood lovers himself. We need to weed out the weak links in our chain before I kill that mudblood lover, Potter." And with an insane grin Voldemort pushed on through the bloody mess.

But Draco stayed behind. His mind was in a daze.

"What had happened?" he thought to himself. "Why...Dad? He would have followed that crazy nut to hell and back."

But no longer did that really matter to Draco. He would have followed his father to death and was very prepared to. But now it was different. He had changed his mind and switched sides. No longer would he follow the crazy bastard that had killed his father in a moment of madness. No longer would Draco fight his instincts. He would be following them, as he should have all along. And with this final thought he jumped back into the fray of passing spells being thrown back and forth from wizard to wizard.



Ginny looked up as another boom shacked the medical tent she was working in. The battle was getting worse and worse as Harry and Voldemort neared each other. It was almost as though everyone was waiting for the calming eye of the hurricane storm they were all in.

More and more wounded and dead witches and wizards were either limping in or being carried in to the tent. Ginny had seen her classmates die on the tables in front of her before she had a chance to get to them. Parvati had gone the day before, Justin had gone just today. And Ginny was getting very very tired of it. Death was supposed to happen naturally. Not brought on by one wizards mad scramble to power.

Another boom rocked the sky and the tents covering flew off. The wind blowing around caused by so many spelling being cast at once ripped at Ginny's hair as she scrambled to grab the tent covering. Her patients needed cover from the elements! Then a sickening sight caught her eyes.

The battle was no less than thirty feet away from where the tent had once been. Her patients were going to be massacred if she didn't do something! The damn Death Eaters had proven once and again that they had no objection to fighting dirty and wouldn't spare a second thought to killing a wounded wizard unconscious on the ground.

With a worried look toward the wizards on the floor of where the tent had been Ginny headed toward the fray. It took her a few seconds to get to the heart of the fighting. It was there that the sickening smell of rotting corpses and decaying flesh caught up with her. Ginny swallowed back the bile that rose in her throat and began to throw spells at anyone who wore the mask of a Death Eater. Immediately three of them went down from an advanced stunning spell to the head. Those boys would be out for at least a full day.

Ginny could see Harry fighting his way towards where an evil cackle could be heard right in the middle of the carnage. The moment had finally come. Harry was going to fight Voldemort. "Sweet Merlin," thought Ginny, "Protect Harry and let him vanquish that evil bastard."

Then another seemingly odd sight caught Ginny's eye. Draco Malfoy was fighting against his old chum Goyle.

"What the hell?" muttered Ginny.

She fought, shoved, and pushed her way towards the pair. She could hear the two of them yelling at each other as they fought. Chucking spells at any near Death Eater who was within her range she listened in.

"Goyle, you stupid bastard, you're fighting for the wrong side. That frickin crazy guy is going to kill you and your family just like he killed my father. Your on the WRONG SIDE, dammit!" said Draco as he ducked an elementary stunning spell thrown his way by Goyle.

"No, I'm not Draco! You heard the Dark Lord. If we win this fight there will be untold riches for all of us. Not everyone is as filthy rich as you are! I'm on the right side. I hate to do this, but goodbye." And with a wave of his wand he shouted the killing curse.

Draco ducked and used his seeker skills to throw himself to the dirt to avoid his death. The misery on his face was apparent as tears worked their way down his face and he whispered the fateful words that would kill his friend.

Time seemed to stop. A green light worked its way from Draco's wand and hit Goyle in the chest. Goyle's eyes lost their light and he his wand slipped from his hand. It hit the dirt with a loud thud only to be followed by Goyle's body collapsing atop it.

Another boom echoed out around the battlefield. Except this one was different. A white blinding light had accompanied it. Ginny shielded her eyes and at the same time took a few steps towards the light. She tripped over Goyle's body and landed next to Draco in the dirt. The battle was over. It was all over. Harry had finally killed Voldemort...