This is the alternate ending I promised.
IF YOU LIKED THE OTHER ENDING, DON'T READ THIS.
I'm just doing this because I have nothing better to do.
My beta reader didn't edit or even read this, mainly because I didn't want to inconvenience her. Hell, she might not even know about it!!!
This is a sappy, happy, whatever chapter.
Thanks for the reviews, you guys/gals rock! Flamers, you suck.
This is it!!! Thanks you guyz and galz!!!! Luv ya (ntw)!!!
Blood. It was everywhere as the figures dressed in black poured into the school. Blood. It coated wands and knives. Blood. The black wolves and huge snakes roared and hissed, gore clinging to their bared fangs. Blood. A tall man with glowing eyes like hot coals and pale snakelike features watched with satisfaction. Blood. His long, white, spidery fingers caressed his wand. Blood. Screams and crying and begging were heard. Blood. It matted the side of an old wizard's head as he vainly tried to fight over the dead body of the one who had shared his la conexión del cerebro. Blood. He collapsed, dead. Blood. A black-haired man with sallow skin and a hooked nose, lighting flying from his hands and wand, threw himself at Voldermort, screaming Braele's name. Blood. He was in midair when he was hit. Blood. He fell down, also dead, his body smoking and twitching. Blood. Voldermort laughed. Blood.
Two hours later, all the remaining students were gathered into a huddled circle. The huge hissing snakes and growling wolves snapped at their ankles. Death Eaters stood in a silent ring. Then Voldermort spoke.
"Bring me Potter." He hissed.
The boy was dragged forward.
"Join me, Potter, or elsssse you will die ssssslowly."
"Never."
Luna covered her mouth with a trembling hand as she watched Harry fall over. He was dead. She shook with terror.
Draco, crouching beside her, behind the pillar, put his arm comfortingly around her shoulders. Tears spilled out of Luna's eyes.
~I can't believe it. ~ She moaned.
~Me either. ~
~The last thing I told him was a lie! I lied to him! ~
Draco shook his head grimly. It was best not to dwell on death.
~We have to stop him. ~ He muttered.
~How? ~ She asked, raising her tear-stained face to his. ~He's dead! ~
~No he isn't! I'm talking about Voldermort! ~
~Oh. ~
Draco almost laughed, but he feared he might cry if he did. ~Luna, ~ He said gently, ~I know it's sad that Harry died, but we have to dwell on that later. Mourn your dead when the battle's over, or you'll join them. ~
Luna sniffed and wiped away her tears. ~You're right. I'm sorry. ~
Draco nodded. ~Let's stop Voldermort. ~
~How? ~
~I have an idea. ~
Luna nodded again. Draco smiled. He loved her, but he feared for her. He knew that only one of them would survive this day, if that. He vowed it would be Luna.
Luna crouched behind a pillar, clenching her teeth to keep them from chattering. Draco crouched behind another one, perhaps twenty feet away. She felt him take a deep breath, and draw magic through the link. It filled her, and her Gryphonsoul came out. She nestled in Luna's mind, ready for use, and she felt Draco begin fighting his Dragonsoul for control. She clenched her fists, hoping he won. If he didn't, they were doomed.
He did, and she felt the dragon settle peacefully in his mind.
~That was close. ~ Draco muttered.
Luna nodded as she felt him draw more and more power. It built in them, like a tidal wave. Finally, when she sensed they had enough magic, she made it into a spear, and leaping out from behind the pillar, threw it at Voldermort.
Draco saw the spear of raw magical power hit Voldermort, exploding in a flurry of sparks. A huge cloud of smoke erupted around him.
~Did you get him? ~ Draco hardly dared to ask.
~Yes. ~ Luna sounded worried. ~But I don't think it killed him. ~
As if to back up her words, the smoke cleared. Voldermort stood there, in perfect condition, although half the Death Eaters were dead from the aftershocks.
He brushed off his robes. "That was quite impressive, Master Malfoy, Miss Lovegood. It almost singed my robes. Unfortunately, it was not good enough." He strode forward, and seized Luna by her hair. She looked him in the eye, refusing to show her fear. He smiled. "I'll have to kill you."
Drawing his wand, he placed it against the link, which cracked and snapped. "Corte!" He cried, and brought his wand down, slowly pressing it against the golden thread right by Luna's heart. She screamed in pain.
Draco watched, as the wand traveled downwards, almost in slow motion. No. He wouldn't let this happen. He couldn't. It wouldn't. He pulled his wand out.
"NO!" Luna screamed.
"I love you." He whispered. Then, bringing the wand down in front of his own heart, he cried, "Corte!"
Draco was aware of the world spinning, twisting, and then he knew only blackness.
Luna felt her heart being torn out as she watched Draco's body fall in a graceful arc. He was dead. The silver dragon and wolf that had been a part of his mind, body, soul, and heart floated out of his corpse to lie peacefully beside him. Draco was dead. Power and rage surged through her, overwhelming the sadness and the pain. Draco was dead.
"NO!" She screamed. Draco was dead.
Voldermort laughed. Draco was dead. He was dead. Oh, Merlin, he was dead!
Luna whirled on Voldermort, breaking his grip on her hair, and using all the magic she could summon, killed him with one strike.
Draco's heart was frozen for eternity in a still and lifeless body.
Voldermort's face drew into a look of surprise as he collapsed.
Draco was dead.
Luna was dimly aware of a slight pain — maybe she was being hit with spells? —, and blood running from wounds down her body in streams as she killed all the Death Eaters.
Draco's corpse was frozen with death.
She threw back her head and howled with rage.
Draco was dead.
Luna turned her berserk rage on the snakes and wolves, roaring with bloodlust.
Draco was lifeless, lying like a broken doll across the floor.
She tore them apart with her magic and one with her bare hands, gore and blood splattering across her face to mingle with the tears that she could not remember shedding.
Draco was dead.
She knew only blackness and pain.
Draco was gone forever.
Wailing in sadness, she collapsed to the floor, and crawled over to her love's lifeless body.
Draco was dead.
She smoothed back his hair and stroked his eyelids and face, whispering.
Draco opened his eyes. Luna screamed and jumped back. He smiled and sat up. "I love you."
"How?" Luna could barely get the words out.
"I dunno. I think I just got knocked out, it hurt so much. I think that your love protected me." As he spoke, the golden link re-grew, rejoining their hearts. They were one.
Luna could only cry tears of joy as she embraced and kissed him.
They were married ten years later, and had twelve kids.
Dragonflame and Moonlight.
Yup.
I hated that ending.
Just so there's something happy.
Draco: I liked it.
Steph: No duh, you lived and had twelve kids. Horny bastard.
Luna: I didn't like the other one.
Steph: Wonder why?
Draco: Me either.
Steph: *blows them up*
Anyways........
I wrote a happy ending.
Just for you.
I hated that.
You probably hated reading it as much as I hated writing it.
I just realized, I hate it.
I really hate it.
No, like really.
Omigosh, I hate it.
I hate it.
Argh, I'll stick to angst from now on!!! ~_^
