Disclaimer: HP and his fabulous world doesn't belong to me unfortunately but to J.K. Rowling. But I did invent every other character you don't recognise…

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with chapter 36. I'm sorry about my bio updatings but wouldn't let me change it for a whole week! I hope you've all been doing well, I've been working my ass off for my exams coming up.. yikes. But chapter 36 was stuck in my head all week and so I decided to write it up before going crazy, lol!

This chapter is dedicated to my 400th reviewer Dracos#1gurl or Aaaliyah (I don't know which you prefer) and to all her friends who read my fic but aren't able to review. Thanx guys, I'm so glad you enjoy it!

Anyway, in this chapter, it's THE FINAL BATTLE! Yay, its finally the last kick ass duel between Harry and Voldemot! I kept listeneing to Snow Patrol while writing this chappie, especially 'Run', such a good song! Nuff said, I'll explain more at the end…

For now, read on!

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Hermione held her breath in.

Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

She couldn't think properly as she watched Voldemort, the darkest wizard ever, brandish his wand at Harry in a flash.

"Avada Kedavra!" The two enemies shouted simultaneously, drawing all eyes on them. At that moment, they all forgot about Ron's words and Abigail's outburst. Now was the time to fight and for Harry it was kill or be killed.

Her heart caught in her throat, Hermione watched with wide eyes as Harry's jet of green light crashed into Voldemort's own curse. The noise was deafening as the two wands, crackling with intense power, suddenly linked together through a continuous stream of green light and a central ball of light appeared between them. The power each wand projected was enormous and ripped through the air, blowing Hermione's hair and cloak back.

Both stream of lights continuously shot out of the brother wands filled with a single phoenix feather from Fawkes.

Hermione quickly covered her eyes as the intense bright light blinded her but then she gasped, inhaling sharply, as Voldemort's curse suddenly seemed to overcome Harry's and slowly crept up the line of light towards his nemesis.

"Protect Harry!" Abigail yelled beside Voldemort, seeing him struggling to hold his wand straight. Hearing her words, Hermione caught Ron's blue eyes, amazed at the scene before him. Following his suit, she took her wand out and shouted a protection spell over the thundering crackling in the air.

"Protego Leo!"

Hermione kept her wand steady as a golden stream of light emerged from the tip. It endlessly projected a beam of gold, which linked with Ron's own jet of light and graciously enveloped Harry's body as he struggled to focus on his own spell. She stood in awe as she watched the golden protective shield around Harry. She had never seen such a beautiful colour projected from her wand before.

She quickly snapped out of her reverie as she heard Draco.

"It's not working!" he yelled from the other side of the room, pointing to the luminous ball of green light, still creeping up the stream towards Harry. "He's too powerful!"

From the corner of her eye, Hermione looked at Abigail standing a few feet away from her, next to Voldemort. Her dark eyes were filled with fear. For the first time it seemed the Serpent had no idea what to do. Suddenly, Harry flinched and lowered his arm momentarily before forcing himself to concentrate even harder and continue to hold up his wand hand.

As Hermione watched him, she never felt more scared in her life. If Harry couldn't do it then how the hell could they win?

"Why isn't it working? They should be at equal power!" Abigail yelled back to Draco, having also noticed Harry's weakening state. His face was slowly starting to show signs of fatigue and pain and his knees wobbled dangerously as he continued to fight against Voldemort.

The dark wizard looked happier than ever as his spell dangerously pushed its way towards Harry's wand. His long fingers gripped tightly his wand in a dominant manner as his beady red eyes flared up in triumph. His victory was approaching slowly but surely.

"He must have a shield!" Draco roared over to her, holding up his wand. "It's deflecting Potter's spell!"

"What?" she shouted, staggering back from the blowing intensity of the spells.

Hermione listened carefully to them although her eyes were riveted to the ball of light inches away from the tip of Harry's wand. I don't care what you do, but do it quick!

"We have to break it!" Draco seemed to realise, brandishing his wand towards Voldemort. "Bombarda!"

His spell shot out towards Voldemort and as predicted it bounced back against a suddenly visible shimmering red barrier. Of course! He also has a shield, which deflects Harry's spell!

But Voldemort's shield was obviously stronger than the one she and Ron were casting on Harry and the green ball of light kept creeping up closer to Harry's wand.

"Diffindo!" Abby shouted, jumping out of the way as the spell bounced back in her direction.

"Impedimenta!" Draco tried again, dodging the spell as it shot right back at him.

This time, however, Hermione noticed the red barrier shimmer a little longer before disappearing again. The luminous ball of light immediately slowed down.

"It's working!" she shouted at Abby, grasping her wand even more tightly as the golden beam of light continued to stream out, protecting Harry. However, he seemed in a pitiful state as his right leg gave way and he fell down on one knee, without ever lowering his wand.

"Come on, mate!" Ron instantly called out to Harry, deeply focusing on protecting his best friend's life. "You can do this, you can beat him!"

As he spoke, Draco and Abigail continued to cast spell after spell at Voldemort's protective shield, jumping around as they all shot back towards them. Draco easily avoided his spells due to acute Seeker reflexes from years of playing Quidditch, whereas Abigail, already suffering from her bleeding cut in the stomach, which she covered with one hand, barely managed to dodge the last cutting spell she cast.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she saw the dangerous ball of light halt, mere inches from Harry's wand and start to retreat. Instantly, Harry's weakening state lessened and he slowly regained control of his wand. Putting one hand on his knee, he pushed himself up on his two feet, standing up to his full height. His body suddenly seemed to radiate with power and his aura seemed to fill up the room.

At that instant, Hermione felt safe. They had won. Everyone looked at the Boy Who Lived in awe as he flashed a dangerous glare at Voldemort.

"Merlin!" Abigail gasped, her eyes flicking between Harry and the blinding ball of light, which rapidly shot back up the green stream of light, created by the simultaneous killing curses.

Voldemort looked absolutely horrified as his wide-open red eyes followed the green ball closing up on his wand. And then, after Draco cast his final spell on Voldemort's weak protective shield, the luminous ball connected with the dark wizard's wand.

Hermione froze as green light hit red and nothing seemed to happen for a couple of seconds. She didn't notice Abigail exchange a brief look with Draco, before he turned around and ducked, nor did she see Harry pull Ron away by the arm, forcing him to fall to the ground. She merely stood on her two feet, fascinated by the green light slowly mixing with the red before part of it suddenly burst through the shield.

And then, everything seemed to go much faster.

The green light instantly hit a ghostly pale Voldemort squarely in the chest as his red shield, mixed with green, shattered in millions of dangerous beams of lights, which shot out across the hall. But when Hermione finally snapped back to reality and realised that beams were headed in her direction, it was too late.

"HERMIONE!" she heard a voice scream, before a body crushed upon hers and sent her flying backwards. She felt her body connect with the hard floor, a sickening crack and then darkness.

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Drip.

Drip.

Something was tickling down Hermione's side and she didn't like it. Something was slowly sliding down her side and it woke her up.

Why were her ears pounding so loudly?

Slowly she regained consciousness and reluctantly opened her eyes. Wanting to reach for her aching head, she felt intense pain shoot through her arm, causing her to scream and fully awaken.

My arm! she thought to herself as tears formed in her eyes. It's broken!

As she coped with the pain, holding her broken arm, Hermione didn't notice Harry's shadow pass over her. He stood a few feet away and slowly drew out a dagger from his robes as he stepped closer to Voldemort's corpse. Standing above it for a few moments, he contemplated his fallen enemy, a mix of emotions running through his green eyes before plunging the blade in the wizard's heart without hesitation.

It was just in case. Just in case the bastard found some other way to avoid death once more.

"Is everyone okay?" he asked in concern, turning around to the others.

"Hell, no," a voice weakly answered from above Hermione, who suddenly noticed the extra weight on her, crushing her lungs and preventing her from moving. She tried to push it off using her other arm but something tickled again and her hand shot to her side instead.

Her clothes were moist but – warm.

Pulling her hand away, Hermione brought it to her face and watched in horror as her hand was coated in blood.

Drip.

Drip.

And then she finally seemed to notice the long black hair, tanned skin –

Abigail.

"Urgh, that hurt," the limp body suddenly breathed out. "Next time, remember to duck Hermione!"

"Oh God!" Harry exclaimed faintly not too far away before running towards them.

"Abby!" he cried out, as he lifted her gently off Hermione and laid her beside.

"Merlin," she moaned slowly opening her eyes. Draco and Ron quickly made their way over and Hermione stifled a scream as Draco slowly helped her up and supported her body against his own. Relief washed over her as she saw him without any serious injuries and she squeezed his hand, as fat tears rolled down her cheek. Ron's leg, however, was cut open behind his knee and blood was rapidly soaking up his trousers and forming a puddle around his shoe. He leaned with difficulty against the nearby wall and eventually sat down.

Although his leg seemed more painful than Hermione's broken arm, his eyes were fixed on the body covered in blood before him – Abigail.

Hermione's eyes caught sight of the Slytherin girl and she winced. Abigail had tried to protect Hermione from the red beams shooting her way but unfortunately she had been hit through the shoulder, creating a hole with burnt skin surrounding it. It bled uncontrollably along with the huge gash along her stomach and several other cuts among her body. Blood slowly trickled from the corner of her mouth but her fiery dark eyes fixed Harry intently, contrasting deeply with the vivid red colour of her blood.

"Merlin, tell me it's over!" she joked weakly, staring into his shiny green eyes.

"Yeah, it's over, we won," Harry answered, kneeling down beside her.

To everyone's amazement, she managed to sit herself up.

"Is it that bad?" she asked, seeing everyone's grave expression.

"Abby, there's a hole in your shoulder," Harry answered flatly, trying to make her understand the seriousness of the situation.

"Really?" she said surprised, turning her head to see her arm. "Oh yeah – shit!"

"I'm so sorry," Hermione told her softly, realising what she had caused. Abigail smiled weakly back at her before tightening her hand around her wand.

"What the hell are you doing?" Harry asked in horror as she conjured bandages around her shoulder and her stomach.

"I'm healing myself!" she informed him, casting a few pain-killer spells upon herself. However, blood was already seeping through the bandages and no matter how many pain-killers she used, she still couldn't seem to get herself up.

"Abby, stop being so stubborn!" Harry cried out trying not to let his sudden anger overwhelm him. "Let Pomfrey fix you, we'll go fetch her now and then we can all go home."

He tried to smile at her as he spoke but it quickly disappeared as Abigail's eyes shot open.

"Home," she repeated, gripping her wand still in her hand. "Oh shit - Father!"

And then, to everyone's surprised, she abruptly disapparated from the room.

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It took a few moments before Abigail's disappearance sunk through everyone's mind.

"Holy fuck!" Draco finally spoke up. "Did she just apparate home? To her hime? As in abroad?"

"Jesus!" Harry shouted to himself as he stood up angrily. "Does that girl actually want to die?"

"We'd better go after her," Hermione suggested to him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Ron, do you know where she went?" Harry asked him, tearing a piece of his cloak to wrap around his friend's leg.

"No, but my father or Dumbledore must know," he answered, grimacing as Harry slowly bandaged his leg and helped him up. "I'm sorry, I should have kept my mouth shut but my father told me that it was crucial that she knew."

"Let's go," Harry said using a levitating charm on Ron, who hovered a few inches above the ground. "Are you guys coming?" he suddenly said, turning to face Hermione and Draco.

"We'll be up in a sec," Hermione told him, as Draco checked her broken arm. Harry nodded and hurriedly left the room with Ron levitating behind him.

As soon as they were out, Hermione flung her arms around Draco's shoulders, hugging him tightly and forgetting her shooting pain. She didn't know why she hadn't done it before but now she couldn't think of anything else than being held in Draco's strong arms. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer as she kissed him deeply. She felt so safe now and so happy. It was as if nothing could go wrong anymore.

"I was so scared. I couldn't bare the thought of losing you," she breathed out, burying her face in his chest.

"I'll always be there for you, Hermione," he soothed her, stroking her hair softly. "You mean the world to me."

She pulled away, smiling brightly at him. "Draco, can you believe it? We won, we finally won and now we can be together. We won't need to hide anymore," she exclaimed, squeezing his hand as she lead him slowly out of the room.

Her heart was filled with so much joy that she barely heard Draco's answer.

"Together," he repeated in a hesitant voice. "Right."

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A few minutes later, they made their way back into the hall and watched in shock at what lay before them.

The large hall seemed to have been swept by a hurricane. Hermione had never seen anything like it. Two large trolls lay flat on the ground dead in the centre whilst the third one was being hauled away by Aurors through the large oak doors. Ministry officials had arrived at some point and were now rounding up the remaining Death Eaters, questioning members of the Order and taking notes all at the same time. Dead black hooded figures, vampires and wizards filled the stone floor within puddles of blood. Hermione tried not to look at the corpses but instead watched the mediwizards and healers take care of all the injured wizards and witches propped up against all four walls. Among them, she spotted Dumbledore and Harry and quickly made her way to them, letting go of Draco's hand.

"Professor, are you okay?" she asked worried, as she saw his arm bandaged. Several mediwizards were taking care of him and gave him several potions to drink as they spoke.

"I'll be quite alright, Miss Granger," he answered, smiling brightly, before turning back to Harry. "Here take the portkey."

He handed him a black leather shoe. "It will take you to Miss Serpent in a few seconds," he informed Harry, before turning his attention back to the mediwizard.

"We're coming too," Hermione instantly said, grabbing hold of the shoe, followed by Draco.

She looked up at Harry, but instead caught a glimpse of bright red hair behind him and noticed Ron pushing angrily past a Healer, who was trying to take care of his leg. He was trying to reach his parents, standing on the other side of the hall. Hermione noticed Mr Weasley was holding his wife in his arms as she cried heavily against him. His face was pale and his eyes seemed lifeless as he looked down to the ground.

Hermione couldn't see who was lying at their feet. Instead she noticed Bill standing nearby, crying silently and Fred kneeling on the ground, holding someone in his arms. As Ron finally made his way to them, she suddenly realised who was missing.

"Harry, where's George?" she asked quickly, fearing the worst.

He looked up at her but his green eyes couldn't seem to focus on hers.

George! she thought, but before she realised, a familiar tugging at her navel occurred and she disappeared along with Harry and Draco.

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They landed with a thump on the ground and Hermione screamed out once more in pain as she landed on her arm. Both Harry and Draco went by her side to help her up before looking around them.

Hermione looked with wide eyes as a great blazing fire was swallowing up a large mansion in front of her. They had apparently landed in the park surrounding the Serpent mansion, which was crumbling under the flames before their eyes. The air was particularly hot for late February and ashes from the fire flew around them burning their eyes and yet they couldn't look away. Standing next to the garden shed, at secure distance, they watched the raging fire engulf the large mansion.

Hermione looked around the grounds trying to spot Abigail among the dark night. But there was no sight of her or any Ministry officials.

"Where is everyone?" Harry thought out loud, confused.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw a silhouette in the distance moving swiftly among the trees towards the burning house. It stopped abruptly, looking down at a lump in the grass.

"Look!" she said, pointing to the figure and quickly all three of them walked towards it.

Stepping closer, Hermione realised the lump in the grass was a person.

"It's Abigail!" she exclaimed causing Harry to hurry up but Draco quickly stopped him.

"Wait!" he told him, halting his steps. "Listen!"

Hermione looked at the tall figure towering above Abigail and saw that it was a middle-aged man, wearing Serpent robes.

"Father!" Abigail cried out, trying to lift herself up.

Although it was still night, the bright fire lighted the grounds enough for Hermione to witness the scene before her.

"Father, what have they done?" she cried out desperately, looking at her home burning down.

They both remained silent a few moments contemplating the raging fire when her father finally spoke up.

"This is all your fault," he told her quietly, raging silently as he watched the fire. "You've been selfish, Abigail. You have disgraced the family name."

Abigail's eyes opened wide at his words. She whipped around to face him, cringing at the pain in her shoulder.

"You involved yourself with the wrong people, you chose the wrong path." The deception seething through his words seemed to cause Abigail more pain than her wounds. Hermione watched in terror as she tried to stand up and face her father, who refused to help her up. But she failed and crumbled back down to the ground, screaming and sobbing in pain.

"Look at you, Abigail," he continued, watching her lie in pain. "Look at yourself, you're covered in blood, you can't even walk, what did you get yourself into?"

"We defeated Voldemort!" she cried back, her voice tight with emotion. "I helped defeat the darkest wizard ever!"

"But look what you've caused!" her father yelled angrily, pointing to the house in fury. "Look what you've done!"

Hermione felt Harry tense at the outburst and ready to run by Abigail's side but she stopped him. "Don't," she said softly, holding his arm. "This doesn't concern us. She wouldn't want you too."

"Everyone's safe, aren't they?" Abigail's trembling voice was suddenly heard. "You're safe and sound and –"

"The books, Abigail! The books, you foolish girl!" her father shouted back. "They are lost now, forever."

His words caused Abigail's head to snap back to the flaming house. Covering her stomach with one hand and gripping her wand in the other, she pushed herself off the ground, wobbling on her legs a little before stumbling off towards the mansion.

She's going after the books! Hermione realised, watching her fall to the ground again. She's going to kill herself!

"Abby!" Harry yelled desperately, seeing her crawl closer to the fire. Instantly all three of them ran off after her as she reached a flaming side door and opened it with her wand.

"Abby, what are you doing?" Hermione shouted, as they caught up with her.

"The books aren't far off inside. I have to save them!" she answered frantically, standing up the best she could and stepped inside.

"Bloody hell!" Harry swore before stepping in after her. Hermione followed him with Draco and suddenly wished she hadn't. The air was hot and full of smoke, burning her throat and stinging her eyes. Putting her sleeve over her mouth, she made her way along the room and a corridor, through the thick smoke following glimpses of Harry ahead of her.

He suddenly vanished from sight but Hermione felt Draco pull her aside and through a secret passage in the wall, which she hadn't noticed. They entered a small room with blazing walls. It all seemed about to crumble down.

"We have to get out!" Hermione yelled to the others. "This is crazy!"

"I don't see them!" Abigail cried out, looking around madly for the damn books, refusing Harry's arm to help her up. Hermione had no idea why these books were so important but she wasn't about to die trying to rescue them. Even her love for books had a limit! However, Draco had joined Abigail and was eagerly looking around the room for them.

"Draco, we have to –"

"There they are!" he cut in obviously not listening to her. He was pointing excitedly to several large leather bound dark green books in a corner being eaten away by the fire. He tried to pick one up but instantly dropped it because of the heat. At the same time, part of the ceiling suddenly collapsed next to Hermione but Harry pulled her away in time.

"Are you okay?" he asked her quickly.

She nodded still in shock and Harry immediately turned to Abby.

"We have to leave NOW!" he shouted, grabbing her arm to help her stay up as she nearly toppled over. Draco, however, continued to try and stamp out the raging fire, which was slowly destroying the books. He fixed the books with his eyes and didn't seem to pay attention to anything else but them. Hermione, stunned by his behaviour, opened her mouth to say something but Abigail beat her to it.

"Draco!" she called out to him, clutching Harry for support. "Let them burn!"

He spun around at her, holding another book, burning along the spine. With a last effort, Abigail grabbed his shoulder and pulled him away gently. "It's all in my head now. Let it burn."

Hearing another part of the ceiling crumble within the mansion, Draco dropped the book angrily back into the fire, his eyes flickering with rage. Grabbing Hermione's arm, he dragged her out of the room, through the smoke towards the exit. Hermione stumbled behind him as she tried to keep up with his pace and winced in pain at the tight hold he kept. They quickly made it back outside and Hermione instantly noticed several foreign Muggle fire engines, police cars as well as wizards and witches all with the Ministry of Magic emblem sown on their robes.

Harry soon emerged from the door behind her, carrying a weak Abigail in his arms. He hurriedly walked away from the house as it suddenly started to collapse and lay Abigail back down in the grass. Slipping out of Draco's grasp, Hermione rushed over to them.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed, seeing Abigail's pitiful state. "Is she okay?"

"Father! Dad, where are you?" she asked out deliriously. Her bandages had disappeared and her wounds had opened up again causing blood to slowly pour out of her shoulder and stomach and soak her robes. She was starting to shake uncontrollably and her face had become incredibly pale.

"He's not here, Abby. Come on, we have to take care of you now," Harry replied in a soothing voice as he slipped his cloak over her. The green grass beneath her was slowly turning red and a puddle was beginning to form around her. Hermione looked around for her father but couldn't see him anywhere. Several policemen started making their way to them but they were quickly intercepted by Ministry officials. Hermione suddenly recognised Mad-Eye Moody talking rapidly in a foreign language to a large man in a black duster. He seemed to be the head of the police and after a quick conversation he rapidly called off his men and went back to his car.

"Merlin, it hurts," Abigail murmured to Harry, shivering in his cloak. Blood slowly trickled down from her mouth but Harry wiped it away.

"I know, I know," he soothed her, trying to bandage up her wounds again unsuccessfully.

"I'm so sorry - for what I said – for being late," she struggled to tell him, her pleading eyes locked with his own.

"Ssh. Try not to speak. I always knew that you would come. Someone will be here soon. You'll be fine," he tried to reassure her, stroking her forehead with his thumb, covered in her blood. But Abigail hadn't listened to him earlier, she hadn't healed her wounds properly and now she was in a critical state, Hermione noticed, as tears silently fell down on her cheeks.

"I can't feel my arm," Abigail cried out weakly, looking urgently into Harry's shiny eyes. "What's happening?"

"It's okay, Abby. We'll take care of you, don't worry, I'm here with you."

A tear suddenly fell on the cloak covering Abigail's cold body and Hermione realised that Harry was crying. Abigail closed her eyes momentarily, scowling at the pain running through her body.

"I can't..." she breathed out finally. "I'm sorry."

"No, Abby, you have to hold on! Help is on the way," he told her, holding her face in his hand.

"Hermione!" Harry cried out to her suddenly. "She's needs help now. Fetch Moody and ask him where the hell are the mediwizards."

Hermione nodded back to him, looking around for Moody among the many wizards and witches trying to put out the fire. She finally spotted him but Harry's words behind her made her freeze.

"Abigail! Shit, Abby!" Harry yelled, shaking her slightly as her eyes slowly began to close. "No! Don't do this to me! Please, don't do this - Hermione! Hermione, she's not breathing!"

Panicked, Hermione stumbled across the grounds towards Moody when something hit her in the back of her mind and her heart skipped a beat. She halted and looked rapidly across the grounds for a glimpse of silver but found none. Moody eventually caught sight of her and then of Harry with Abigail in his arms. He swore under his breath and ran up to Hermione, who was still looking desperately around the grounds, fearing the worst.

Before he could say anything, he was surprised to find her terrified brown eyes piercing into his own.

"Where's Draco?"

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Voldemort is finally dead but Draco's missing! Can anyone guess where he's gone? Well you'll all find out in the next chapter, hahaha!

I know there's a lot of OC stuff here but its all very important for this story and the sequel! I hope you enjoyed anyway. Poor Abby, I keep making her go on and on and on but everyone has their limits (that doesn't mean I'm implying that she'll die!)

As for George, well, yes he did die and in the final chapter you will learn who else died from the war, mostly a lot of Order members. Unfortunately its war guys and they can't all survive.

About 'Drago', Draco's ancestor, I just took the French translation of his name. In France, Draco is called Drago Malefoy. Thought it was a good idea. Also the last scene with Abby and Draco trying to save the books has been in my mind since the beginning, its like the second scene I thought of (the first being the final chapter, hehe!)

Next chapter is Draco's POV, you'll find out why he's left, what he intends to do and its just so exciting that I really don't want to spoil it for you! Sorry but I swear I won't leave you hanging on for too long, the chapter will be up next weekend!

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