A/N: well that last chapter is most likely going to be my last battle scene
in this fic. From now on its fluffy bunnies and rainbows. Okay maybe, well,
most likely it won't be that pathetic.
Chapter Two
The battle was now over. Draco couldn't believe it. How could such a hell only last a few days? He had only been there a few hours and it had felt like eternity. He had to kill Goyle, his one true friend. Where was the sanity in that?
"No," thought Draco, "the real hell is just beginning."
With the realization that their leader had been killed the Death Eaters who had not been killed or stunned ran for the Forbidden Forest. Draco knew that not all of them would be caught. They'd try and find a way to bring that crazy fuck, Voldemort, back.
Draco got up and stubled over a body next to him. It was Ginny Weasley. Weasel's sister. Her red hair tumbled down her back and was spread all over the place. He hadn't even noticed she was there. With a numbed mind Draco bent down and offered Ginny his hand to help her up. Without a sound of protest she accepted it and pulled herself up to face him.
"Good to know you finally joined the better side, Malfoy," whispered Ginny.
Draco just nodded and started walking towards the gathering group of people off to the left of the battlefield.
Ginny just stood there and watched as he walked toward the survivors. Then she remembered her patients, the only reason she had joined the fray in the first place and started running back to where she had left them.
Her patients surprisingly were in the same place where she had left them. The battle had never even touched them. With a swish of her wand Ginny covered them all with blankets and magicked up stretchers to carry them all over to where the survivors were grouping. It wasn't wise to leave injured people out in the open and they all needed to go inside as soon as possible. Slowly and with a mothers tenderness Ginny walked over to where Draco and the others were circled. At seeing her some of the other Survivors cried out. Others ran to help her with the injured. Ron ran out of the enclosed circle and hugged her with a fierceness that expressed too many emotions to decipher. It was almost as if many of them had thought they were never going to see her again.
"Why did you go into the fighting, Ginny? WHY?!?!? We all thought you had given up and were just going to commit suicide by walking into the battle!" said Ron.
Ginny's temper flared at this.
"WHAT? ME!!!! Those bastards were going to hurt my patients. I had to do SOMETHING! And I can very easily whoop your ass with my stunning spell so just you shut your mouth, Ronald Weasley! How dare you even think such a thing of me? I have never had one single suicidal thought in my head. And it isn't like my instincts are so bad that I'd never have a chance in a real battle!" shouted Ginny
The tired people surrounding her snickered slightly at this. They all knew Ginny and knew that she's give her life for the people she was caring for. Ron in a moment of stupidity forgot this and was paying the price.
Ginny stormed off in a fit of anger going to find something to help her cool off. She settled on her patients and went back to working on all of them with a determined vigor. Everyone watching her were all thinking the same thought. They'd pity the poor soul who'd give up on Ginny's watch and die on her right now. She's fight with them for hours just to keep them alive.
As soon as Draco had reached the survivors he had been bombarded with questioning looks. But he didn't give a damn about any of them. He just wanted to get to Professor Snape. Professor Snape had fought on the side of good, but Draco still knew him. He had to talk to someone.
The mood on the air was strange. No one was joyous; it was a more of a relief. Everyone was just relieved at that it was all over. They hell they'd been going through was mainly over. But Draco knew better. And so would Snape.
Draco saw Potter and Granger embracing near a pile of ashes Draco assumed to be the remains of the Dark Lord. They had both survived. So had Weasel. He was being yelled at very profusely by his sister and looked as though he would rather sink into the ground right now that take it.
"AH, there he was," thought Draco
He had finally found Snape. The man didn't look so good right now. He had a slightly greenish tinge and looked at little sick. Next, he proved it and vomited all over the ground. Draco ran over to the kneeling man and asked him if he was okay. Snape lifted his head and looked at Draco. He grinned at little bit and said, "So you finally chose the damn good side. Good job, Draco. Hold on a bit I think I'm going to be sick again." And he vomited all over the ground again.
Later, after a bottle of water had been drained by Snape to settle his stomach, Draco and Snape sat on the rubble of what had once been Hogwarts and talked.
"I had no choice, Professor. I had to kill him. And in return it's killing me inside. How do you live with the guilt?" said Draco.
"You learn to live with it. That's why I got sick over there," said Snape pointing to the spot he had vomited all over. "I can't stand the stench of death and the thought that I killed someone. I never had it in me. I just did what I had to. We all just do what we have to."
Draco nodded at this. He understood. He had to do what he had to, to survive. If he hadn't killed Goyle then Goyle would have killed him.
Both Snape and Draco stood up and walked back over to where everyone was standing. The group had diminished at bit with people gone home to tell their families that they were okay and to alert others that members of their family would never be coming home.
Potter, Weasel, and Granger were sitting in circle talked. Potter looked up and caught Draco's eye. He leaned over and told Granger and Weasel something. All three got up off the grass and walked over to where Snape and Draco stood.
"I'm glad you came over to our side before it was too late, Malfoy." said Potter.
Granger and Weasel both nodded their head. Granger much more so than Weasel.
Draco opened his mouth and said, "He killed my father, Potter. I loved my father no matter what a mean evil bastard he was. I'm just glad you could do what I couldn't do as he walked away from my father's dead body." And he stuck his hand out for Potter to shake.
They grasped hand shortly until Draco let go. It seemed the old rivalry was now gone. The walls separating the four teenagers were now gone crushed to the ground by their equal hate of the dead Voldemort. Potter and Draco would never be best friends but friends they could be. Together they would reshape the world as it was rebuilt, for the better without the evil that had overrun the world.
Chapter Two
The battle was now over. Draco couldn't believe it. How could such a hell only last a few days? He had only been there a few hours and it had felt like eternity. He had to kill Goyle, his one true friend. Where was the sanity in that?
"No," thought Draco, "the real hell is just beginning."
With the realization that their leader had been killed the Death Eaters who had not been killed or stunned ran for the Forbidden Forest. Draco knew that not all of them would be caught. They'd try and find a way to bring that crazy fuck, Voldemort, back.
Draco got up and stubled over a body next to him. It was Ginny Weasley. Weasel's sister. Her red hair tumbled down her back and was spread all over the place. He hadn't even noticed she was there. With a numbed mind Draco bent down and offered Ginny his hand to help her up. Without a sound of protest she accepted it and pulled herself up to face him.
"Good to know you finally joined the better side, Malfoy," whispered Ginny.
Draco just nodded and started walking towards the gathering group of people off to the left of the battlefield.
Ginny just stood there and watched as he walked toward the survivors. Then she remembered her patients, the only reason she had joined the fray in the first place and started running back to where she had left them.
Her patients surprisingly were in the same place where she had left them. The battle had never even touched them. With a swish of her wand Ginny covered them all with blankets and magicked up stretchers to carry them all over to where the survivors were grouping. It wasn't wise to leave injured people out in the open and they all needed to go inside as soon as possible. Slowly and with a mothers tenderness Ginny walked over to where Draco and the others were circled. At seeing her some of the other Survivors cried out. Others ran to help her with the injured. Ron ran out of the enclosed circle and hugged her with a fierceness that expressed too many emotions to decipher. It was almost as if many of them had thought they were never going to see her again.
"Why did you go into the fighting, Ginny? WHY?!?!? We all thought you had given up and were just going to commit suicide by walking into the battle!" said Ron.
Ginny's temper flared at this.
"WHAT? ME!!!! Those bastards were going to hurt my patients. I had to do SOMETHING! And I can very easily whoop your ass with my stunning spell so just you shut your mouth, Ronald Weasley! How dare you even think such a thing of me? I have never had one single suicidal thought in my head. And it isn't like my instincts are so bad that I'd never have a chance in a real battle!" shouted Ginny
The tired people surrounding her snickered slightly at this. They all knew Ginny and knew that she's give her life for the people she was caring for. Ron in a moment of stupidity forgot this and was paying the price.
Ginny stormed off in a fit of anger going to find something to help her cool off. She settled on her patients and went back to working on all of them with a determined vigor. Everyone watching her were all thinking the same thought. They'd pity the poor soul who'd give up on Ginny's watch and die on her right now. She's fight with them for hours just to keep them alive.
As soon as Draco had reached the survivors he had been bombarded with questioning looks. But he didn't give a damn about any of them. He just wanted to get to Professor Snape. Professor Snape had fought on the side of good, but Draco still knew him. He had to talk to someone.
The mood on the air was strange. No one was joyous; it was a more of a relief. Everyone was just relieved at that it was all over. They hell they'd been going through was mainly over. But Draco knew better. And so would Snape.
Draco saw Potter and Granger embracing near a pile of ashes Draco assumed to be the remains of the Dark Lord. They had both survived. So had Weasel. He was being yelled at very profusely by his sister and looked as though he would rather sink into the ground right now that take it.
"AH, there he was," thought Draco
He had finally found Snape. The man didn't look so good right now. He had a slightly greenish tinge and looked at little sick. Next, he proved it and vomited all over the ground. Draco ran over to the kneeling man and asked him if he was okay. Snape lifted his head and looked at Draco. He grinned at little bit and said, "So you finally chose the damn good side. Good job, Draco. Hold on a bit I think I'm going to be sick again." And he vomited all over the ground again.
Later, after a bottle of water had been drained by Snape to settle his stomach, Draco and Snape sat on the rubble of what had once been Hogwarts and talked.
"I had no choice, Professor. I had to kill him. And in return it's killing me inside. How do you live with the guilt?" said Draco.
"You learn to live with it. That's why I got sick over there," said Snape pointing to the spot he had vomited all over. "I can't stand the stench of death and the thought that I killed someone. I never had it in me. I just did what I had to. We all just do what we have to."
Draco nodded at this. He understood. He had to do what he had to, to survive. If he hadn't killed Goyle then Goyle would have killed him.
Both Snape and Draco stood up and walked back over to where everyone was standing. The group had diminished at bit with people gone home to tell their families that they were okay and to alert others that members of their family would never be coming home.
Potter, Weasel, and Granger were sitting in circle talked. Potter looked up and caught Draco's eye. He leaned over and told Granger and Weasel something. All three got up off the grass and walked over to where Snape and Draco stood.
"I'm glad you came over to our side before it was too late, Malfoy." said Potter.
Granger and Weasel both nodded their head. Granger much more so than Weasel.
Draco opened his mouth and said, "He killed my father, Potter. I loved my father no matter what a mean evil bastard he was. I'm just glad you could do what I couldn't do as he walked away from my father's dead body." And he stuck his hand out for Potter to shake.
They grasped hand shortly until Draco let go. It seemed the old rivalry was now gone. The walls separating the four teenagers were now gone crushed to the ground by their equal hate of the dead Voldemort. Potter and Draco would never be best friends but friends they could be. Together they would reshape the world as it was rebuilt, for the better without the evil that had overrun the world.
