Ginny grabbed the sword that fell from the burning sphere that was Amelie-the-pheonix and Voldemort, and stood.
"Let's not just stand here, shall we?" she asked. With a quick incantation, the half-melted sword became a battle-scythe, and she tore into the death eaters around her. "Come on!" she yelled. And soon they were around her, curses shooting around her.
"Avada Kedavra!" she spun, expecting to see the green light, and instead saw Ron, wide-eyed and stone-faced, falling. She saw the deatheater behind him, watching her with a grin, until she stepped forward and he found himself without a head.
BANG!
Ginny raised her hand over her head, and saw the glowing orb that was her best friends and the worst enemy of the wizarding world explode. Tiny white glowing orbs flew around the battlefield, going into every single person. The deatheaters likewise exploded, but when the glowing white-gold orb entered her chest, Ginny's eyes narrowed. Around her were vampires, monsters, none of them affected by Voldemort's death the way the deatheaters had been. She shifted the scythe in her hand and suddenly saw a deatheater near her push back her hood, revealing curly blonde hair and so-pug-face.
"Heya sweetpea." Pansy said with a grin. "Got another one of those handy scythe-stake things you'd like to lend out? We cant kill monsters with our bare hands, you know." Ginny tossed the scythe to Pansy who caught it, and then Ginny transfigured her own wand into an identical scythe.
"Not a deatheater?"
"Would Amelie have let me live if I was?" Pansy asked. "Let's go. I'm ready for a little real killing."
The two of them dashed into the crowd, killing, dismembering, and dusting as many monsters as they could as they passed. Suddenly, they paused. There, in a clear circle around them, were the primal vampires. Everyone else was oblivious to them. They started advancing, and Pansy and Ginny exchanged a look.
"Well, this should be fun." A roar sounded and Ginny spun, and saw two vampires dust, leaving two dark-robed figures in their place. Pushing his hood back, Draco grinned.
"You weren't going to let yourself have all the fun, were you?" he asked.
"Well, if you're offering, get yourself a stake and get moving." Pansy snapped. Draco pulled two double edged knives from his belt, one end with a silver wavy blade, the other with a sharpened wooden stake.
"Let's have some fun, eh?" Blaise said, throwing his hood away from his face. Two swords appeared in his hands from out of nowhere.
The four of them fought side by side, back to back, destroying vampire, dementor, demon…anything that tried to kill them. Again and again the dark night was lit up by eerie blue pheonix fire and monsters spontaneously caught flame, the black pheonixes invisible against the dark sky.
A bugling horn sounded, and red fire lit the sky as a dragon swooped over the battlefield, the sharp spines on its wings impaling dementors, ghouls, flying vampires. Another horn sounded, and Ginny looked over her shoulder even as arrows whistled over her head as the centaurs galloped from the woods, and the spiders swarmed, taking the demons and dragging them back to the woods, and wrapping their sticky webbing around them.
And then, suddenly, it was over. The golden spheres that had sank into the hearts of all Dumbledore's fighters suddenly sprang free, soaring in millions of fire-fly lights to a point in the sky where they gathered, and then shone over the battlefield like a sun, shedding bright light and heat. Vampires all around the five caught fires and disappeared in ashes, and Ginny shaded her eyes with her hand, looking around.
The battlefield was immense. All over, demons burned in tall narrow fires, while students and aurors alike looked around in confusion. And then the sun exploded, the shock waves escaping outwards, throwing everyone to the floor. Hair singing heat washed over everyone, and then deadly silence reigned. Ginny pushed her hair back and raised her head. She found Pansy lying on her side, facing her with wide dead eyes, a sword still embeded through her back, the point protruding from between her breasts. Ginny turned her head away, and saw Draco staring at her.
"You alright little red?" he asked. She nodded.
"It was…amazing. Like…"
"Amelie wasn't human." Blaise said, rising to his feet. The dry brown grass underneath him turned to dirt under his boots, killed by the heat. He held out his hand and Ginny took it, and he pulled her to her feet. She looked around.
"Oh my god." She whispered.
"Hey." Draco touched her shoulder, and handed her the scythe that was her wand. Together, they looked around. The field was flat. They were the only things standing up.
"Please don't tell me…" Blaise whispered. Ginny shot him a quick look. Where was the bastard from Christmas?
"No, look. They're standing up." Ginny said with a smile. She took Draco's hand in her own and held tight. Blaise wrapped his arm around her waist, and she looked up at him with raised eyebrows. He shrugged, but didn't move his arm.
The only things rising were humans…students and aurors. The demons stayed down, and even as they stood there, sunlight spilt over the trees.
"Ron!" Ginny's head snapped over, and saw a familiar dark haired figure fall to his knees. She broke free of the two boys and ran, vaulting over dead bodies both human and not. She fell to her knees by Ron's corpse, laying the scythe on the ground by her legs. She looked up at Harry who had tears pouring down his face.
"I've lost them both." Harry said, his voice trembling. "My best friends."
"You've not lost all of them." Draco said, appearing by Ginny's shoulder.
"Some are still alive." Blaise added.
"Why arent you dead?" Harry asked, looking around as more and more living deatheaters pushed back their hoods and revealed themselves as Slytherin students. "And why arent the other deatheaters alive? The other students?"
"The only deatheaters still alive are ones that were spies for me." Dumbledore said, coming over supported on McGonagall, who looked unusually scruffy. "And the only deatheaters that offered to be spies were Slytherins. It proves what I've always trusted to be true."
"We arent all bad?" Blaise asked with a laugh.
"No. We're all bad. But our decisions make us better." Dumbledore answered.
Ginny shared a look with Harry, and then she collapsed on her side with a small gasp.
