Disclimer: own nothing, i wish i did but i don't. So im just a poor student.

Part 4

The number of casualties came in to the great hall in dribs and drabs, but eventually the number got less and less, many people who lived waited helpless for loved ones to come back through the doors. The injured were taken to St. Mungos, the bodies of the dead would be taken care of by the Ministry. People started to recall all their stories of war, Seamus Finnagan told about the death eater he captured, but with ever story came a sad end, he only captured the death eater after he kill a younger student on the light side that Seamus saw. Hermione listened for as long as she could, but she decided to go back to her ex-head girl dorm. She excused herself from Harry and the Weasleys. She remembered being Head girl not 3 months ago, all was fine then she was doing her NEWT's and the prospect of war seemed far away, although there was the loom of war it seemed a long way away. And now it was finally over.

Hermione walked along the corridor that lead her to the steps up to the next floor, she walked past the old prefects room, and she remembered the prefects that she got to know since she was head girl, Ginny was alive, and so was Ron in a away but she wasn't sure about the others, she knew that Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot were gone, both killed sadly buy a highly important death eater. She walked to the second floor stopping in the shadow, it gave her comfort, it was quiet and for the first time since she returned she was alone and she had chance to think by herself. She looked out of a near window over the battle field, she was many ministry people sorting out bodies and going about clearing them. She felt a silent tear fall down her cheek, and she couldn't stop the next one that fell, so she just allowed it. She backed up against a wall and let her tears fall. She soon felt as if she wasn't alone, she moved away from the wall to see if any one had followed her. Cautious incase Ron had come back. Someone wrapped a arm around her body and pulled her to him, she didn't know who it was but she felt comfort with the arm around her and she struggled to fight the tears, she couldn't cry in front of this person, she was suppose to be stronger than allowing people to see her cry.

"Your safe now" a soft voice said, "you can cry now. I've got you"

Hermione tried to resist, she couldn't cry in front of Draco Malfoy, she knew the voice well, she had know it for the past 7 years, but there was a dramatically change in his tone, it was much calmer and softer than she had ever know. She knew that he saved her, but that didn't mean she wanted him to see her cry especially after there was more people out there who had lest more than her, she had to stay strong for the Weasleys and Harry. She blinked away the tears. She tried not to think about Ron but she couldn't forget that he would have killed her if Draco hadn't have saved her life. She couldn't control her tears anymore and just let them fall freely.

Draco said quietly, "I've got you. Let it all go Hermione. Your safe, no one can hurt you now, not now your with me"

She felt safe, standing here with Draco holding her. She cried into Draco like he was a old friend, like Harry and Ron and he let her just like they would have done. She cried for her parents, she would never see them again, she cried for seeing many muggle born being captured and killed over the who period of the war, she cried for the Weasley's they lost three sons, Ginny lost her closest brothers. Harry and she lost their best friend. She cried for Sirius, Tonk's, Moody and the many others that died. She was crying openly to Draco, who let her. She cried for every one she saw died that she knew. She cried until there were no tears left to cry, She felt better, she realized, as she got closer into Draco's arms, that she needed someone to hold her, everyone else had someone, but her parents were gone, they were gone. She looked out of the little window, it was now down it was a red dawn, meaning that blood had been spilled that night, yet it was a odd red, amongst it she found hope, she knew that life goes on and that her life would go on.

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END OF PART 4

TO BE CONTINED...

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