Disclaimer: I own Mia, Mandela, Sina, Leila, Zareh, Kael, and Hoshiko but I don't own Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ron, Dumblydorr or any other wonderful characters of J.K. Rowling's.

Draco's Spirit

Chapter Eighteen - The Final Battle

"Time for you to get up Draco," called Mandela softly, her whispery voice making my eyelids seem even heavier. "We have a long day ahead of us...no time for you to sleep in."

"What's so long about it?" I mumbled into my pillow, one hand gripping the blanket securely so in case she tried to pull it off I would have a part of it.

Her sigh echoed in the room and I could mentally picture the blond shaking her head. "Today is when Voldemort is supposed to come," she said, attempting to tug the covers off to no avail. I have a very firm grip. "And we're all supposed to be helping. Now get your lazy arse out of bed!"

"Never thought I'd hear that language from you Manda," I chuckled, turning my head so I was looking at her angry face. "What would Zareh say?"

"Why you-" Picking up a pillow from Blaise's empty bed she started to attack, hair coming loose from her braid as she used such force. "I don't like Zareh!" she cried, bashing the cotton material into my face. "Don't you ever say that again!"

"You like my brother?" asked Leila's amused voice, "I'll be sure to tell him."

"Leila! When did you get here?" I asked. "Mind getting Mandela to stop attacking me. I'll be too badly beaten by fluffy pillows to be of any help in the battle today." The sounds of scuffling reached my ears and I cautiously sat up.

On the ground was my fellow Slytherin with Leila sitting on her stomach, a satisfied smirk on her pale face. Today the plant demon was dressed in a pair of black flared jeans and a pale pink tee shirt with a lace up back. Mandela was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a violet long sleeved shirt. A pair of silver hoops hung delicately in her ears while Leila had black studs.

"Do you really like my brother?" asked Leila, eyes dancing with excitement. "And tell the truth Mandela or I'll make it very painful for you." And if to back up her words, the demon withdrew a small seed from beneath her loose black hair. "This is a Boom Seed and will do a lot of damage..."

"I do like him!" Mandela wailed, glancing at the seed fearfully. "Don't tell him! Please Leila, don't tell! And don't hurt me!" She closed her eyes, as though afraid that Leila would actually drop the seed.

"I won't tell," she said with a laugh, "but this is definitely some interesting information. And just to make you feel angry at me Mandela, this is only a sunflower seed." With a smile, the dark haired girl swallowed the plant before leaping to her feet. "Well, I'm outta here! See you later Draco!"

And before Mandela could react, Leila fled from the room, a very red faced girl getting up from the floor. "I can't believe that just happened," she muttered, placing a hand over each of her flaming cheeks.

"You better believe it cuz it just did," I said with a laugh, now completely wide-awake. "I'll meet you down in the commons; I have to get dressed first." Nodding, the left the room, still blushing.

I knew that there was no reason to get dressed in school attire. Mandela had already demonstrated that. At breakfast Dumbledore would probably announce what was going to happen and would require all of the students to be dressed in ordinary clothes so they could move around easier during the fighting.

Throwing a navy tee shirt over my head and putting a pair of emerald track pants on, I grabbed my tennis shoes and exited the room, hopping down the stairs and trying to tie the laces together at the same time. Not a very good idea...

My left foot hopped onto the right lace and I toppled down the remainder of the flight, that being almost twenty steps, and was deposited on the cold floor of the Slytherin Commons. Several students started to snicker as I pulled myself off the ground from my undignified landing but one glare shut them up.

"Very graceful Draco," snickered Mandela, obviously basking in the fact that she wasn't the only one who had been embarrassed today. "I never knew you were so coordinated."

"Shut up," I growled, tugging on the shoelaces to make sure that they were now tied tightly. "Let's just go to breakfast and pretend that never happened."

"Whatever you say Draco," she giggled, leading the way out of the dungeons. "But you do know," she said as we walked in silence, "it was pretty funny."

I growled softly and she rolled her sapphire eyes, knowing I would never hurt her. "Draco! There you are!" exclaimed Mia, running down the hall. "I've been looking all over the school for you!"

"Ummm Mia? It's only seven twenty in the morning... I would have just come from the dorms..."

"I know that," she laughed, obviously in one of her extremely hyper moods. "But I've been up since six waiting for you! Dumbledore asked us all, by Sina's request, to report to his office. He wants to go over some procedures for today..."

"But I'm hungry!" I moaned as the two girls with Cheshire grins dragged me off down the hall. "Can't I get a bite of breakfast? Please?"

"Quit your whining Draco," said Mia in a singsong voice, tone not matching her words. "You can eat after we see Dumbledore." Mandela and I exchanged looks at the pink haired spirit's current mood, a small amount of concern going towards our friend.

Mia was dressed in normal clothing like us; a pair of denim overalls and a bright orange tee shirt on underneath. Her sneakers squeaked loudly against the stone floor and her cornrow braids all over her head bounced merrily against her face.

Minutes later, we had reached the two stone gargoyles that guarded the entrance to Dumbledore's office. "Chocolate frogs!" Mia exclaimed happily, skipping up the steps, not even bothering to wait for the moving staircase to bring her to the office door. "We're here Professor Dumbledore," she said cheerfully, entering the room and dropping onto the sofa. "Oooohh look! Lemon drops!"

Mandela and I reached the landing to see the girl stuffing the small, hard, yellow candies into her mouth and chewing contentedly. Harry, Ron and Hermione all had looks of surprise and questionable looks on Mia's sanity on their faces.

"I reckon we shouldn't have let Mia try butterbeer last night," Ron muttered, watching as the girl moved on to a jar of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans that sat conveniently next to the lemon drops. "It didn't seem to settle well."

"Of course it didn't," scolded Hermione, gesturing for me to join her on the couch, "You only let her drink all of the bottles you brought back! No wonder she's acting a little...different today."

"How much butterbeer did you let her have?" I asked, settling next to the Gryffindor, hand wrapping around her waist. "She already is quite hyper without the need of high sugar products." Mandela nodded her agreement, sitting down on the couch next to Ron.

"Well...she had about," Ron glanced nervously at Harry, "maybe fifteen..." My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened in shock. "No wait! I think it was closer to twenty..." Hermione put her head in her hands, not believing her best friend could be that thick.

"You let her drink twenty bottles?" I said menacingly, standing up and advancing towards the cowering redhead. "Why didn't you stop her? You know what is going to happen today. A very drunk Mia is not what we need!"

"Draco! Calm down!" cried Mandela, her hand resting on my shoulder. "Look at yourself! You'll lose all of the energy you gained during the night on a little argument. Sit down and take some deep breaths."

Still glaring at Ron, I slumped back in my seat, arms crossed haughtily over my chest as he gave me a sheepish smile. We all turned our attention to Mia who was now dancing around the room to a song she was humming.

The door to Dumbledore's bedroom opened and the aging headmaster came out, eyes looking worriedly over at Mia when he noticed that both candy jars on his desk had been cleaned out. "I really must cut down on the sweets," he muttered quietly, earning loud laughter from Ron before Hermione slapped a hand over his mouth. "And where are your other two companions Mr. Malfoy?"

"We're right here," said Leila, coming in through the doors with Zareh trailing her like a puppy. With a small chuckle I noticed as Mandela sat up straighter and pushed some of the loose hair behind her ears. "Sorry we're late Professor."

"It's quite all right Miss Saynae," he said with a smile. "Why don't the both of you take a seat? Miss Reaper, if you could please join us..." His offer fell on deaf ears as she continued to dance around the room, poor Fawkes now her partner. The bird's crimson plumage stuck up in all directions as its wings were held tightly by Mia.

"We'll explain everything to Mia later," I said, shooting a glare another glare at Ron who stuck his tongue out childishly. "What did you have to talk to us about?"

"Positions for today," he announced gravely. "Right now, Professor McGonagall is telling the rest of the student body that all sixth years and older will report to battle stations unless they do not wish to do so. All younger years will be taken to the dungeons and watched over by the fifth year prefects." Ron gave a small sigh of relief as he realized his little sister was out of the fighting.

"And what are we supposed to do?" asked Leila, leaning against a wall while Zareh sat on the couch next to Mandela, his emerald eyes holding questions. "Is Zareh, Draco, and myself to be defeating Death Eaters while Potter takes out Voldemort?"

"You have it mostly correct," Dumbledore said. "You three will-"

"Wait!" I exclaimed, confusion clouding my features. "I just thought of something... Why are you and Mia here Manda? I thought Sina said you two were to stay out of the fighting."

"Well..." The girl nervously twisted her hands in her lap, keeping her gaze focused on her feet. "We didn't exactly want to miss all the fun. What are we cowards?" she asked, looking up with voice growing more confident. "Mia was sorted into Gryffindor and I'm a Slytherin! We're sticking by you Draco!" And then softer she added, "Just don't tell Sina we're here, kay? We forced some boggarts to take our shapes back home..."

A large grin split across Leila's face. "Never knew you had it in you Mandela. At least now I know that you aren't the little goody goody and might actually have a chance at winning my-"

The plant demon was silenced as Mandela jumped from the chair and tackled the older girl, a hand clamping over her mouth. "Not another word," she hissed, blue eyes flashing dangerously. "Or I will tell Kael a little secret of yours..."

"That's blackmail!" gasped Leila, prying Mandela's fingers off her mouth. "You can't do that!"

"Watch me," she said smirking.

Leila seemed to seethe in anger before a strange calmness passed over her face. "Fine Mandela. You win this round, but I'd watch your back if I were you."

"Did any of you understand that?" asked Harry, eyes staring at the two girls. "Because I sure didn't."

"It's simple," I said with a smile. "Mandela likes-" The Slytherin girl immediately got off of Leila and tackled me this time, murder in her eyes. My reply came out muffled but wrenching her hand away from my mouth, I manage to say, "And Leila lik-" before Leila was off and running, toppling the three of us over the couch.

"As entertaining as this is," said Harry, looking at our three struggling forms and then at Mia as she danced by, the poor phoenix still in her grasp, "I really would like to find out what we're doing at the battle today. All of our lives could depend on it..."

"Good point," I gasped, trying to squirm out from beneath both girls. "I call a truce for now," I said pointedly. "I won't say anything about either of you and neither of you say anything about each other. Work?"

"Fine," said Mandela curtly, rising off my chest and glaring at the two of us still on the floor. "I'll be silent if Leila will." The dark haired girl nodded and both shook hands, taking back their respective spots they had left. "You may continue now Professor," said Mandela kindly, once again her peaceful self.

"As I was saying," said Dumbledore, now looking strangely stressed, "Miss Reaper and Miss Guide will also be watching the children in the dungeons. I do not doubt your ability to fight," he said as Mandela's mouth opened in complaint, "but we need some older students to watch after the young. Harry, you are to kill Voldemort at whatever cost. That is all."

"What are Ron and I supposed to do?" asked Hermione, rising to her feet. "Are we going to fight?"

"You and every other sixth and seventh year student. The Order is also coming as well as some members from the ministry. Today shall be the fall of evil," he announced, allowing a small smile to cross his features. "Now all of you go get something to eat. You need to be ready for when we spot the Death Eaters."

We all nodded and with Mia supported between myself and Ron we made our way into the Great Hall. "Now Mia," I said, turning to the girl. "You need to get a grip on yourself. Please do..."

Leila stepped forward with a bright white flower. Stuffing it in the ferry girl's mouth, she forced her to swallow the petals. "She'll fall asleep for a little while but wake up perfectly clear headed," the girl explained. "It's the achola flower with properties to relieve hangovers and other problems associated with alcohol. Seeing as butterbeer does have some in it, the achola flower should work. Could someone carry her?"

Harry picked up the slender girl and entered the Great Hall, everyone's eyes turning immediately to the one destined to kill Voldemort. Ignoring the gazes, the messy haired student seated himself at the Gryffindor table with Ron and Hermione sitting next to him, while Mia was laid on the bench. Myself, Leila, Zareh, and Mandela made our way over to the Slytherin table, myself pretending that coming in with a Gryffindor, Harry of all people, was normal.

As soon as we were all seated, many of the Slytherins started to talk in hushed whispers, their eyes flicking at me and my companions while the Gryffindors mercilessly attacked Harry with questions. I was honestly quite relieved when I had eaten and could leave breakfast.

Standing abruptly, I left the hall, and headed up to the astronomy tower, needing a place that would be quiet so I could think. Climbing atop the window ledge, I rested my back comfortably against the worn stone, silver eyes gazing over the grounds.

Nothing moved outside, all classes canceled and the students forbidden to set foot outside in fear the Death Eaters would come. The only problem we have is we don't know when they will come. And from where. It isn't possible to apparte so I'm not exactly sure how they're getting in...

Resting my head against the pane of glass, I gave a small sigh, wishing the day would just come and go. At any minute I could be fighting for my life and everyone else's. I honestly, although I wouldn't admit, was quite scared. After losing my life one time I was in no hurry to do so again. Because this time I knew I wouldn't come back. And this time, I wanted to stay.

Hermione loved me as I loved her. I was friends with Harry and Ron though I'm still not sure how that came about. Mandela, Mia, Zareh, Leila, Hoshiko, and Kael all cared and saw me as a friend as well. I didn't want to let them down. And once Father died, Mother would be free...But if I died during battle she would have nothing left to live for. She'd kill herself and that would be the end. I had to live...

A movement in the dark trees that made up the Forbidden Forest made me press my forehead harder against the cold glass, trying to see if it was just the wind or Death Eaters. When nothing else moved I breathed a sigh of relief. 'It's only my imagination,' I scolded myself. 'Calm down already.'

But a few seconds later, a single cloaked figure stepped out of the trees looking around the grounds. Waving a hand, others started to come out of the forest, all wearing the traditional clothing of a Death Eater, black robes with hoods up.

My eyes widened as more and more of Voldemort's minions poured on to Hogwarts grounds, going completely unnoticed. Jumping to my feet, I raced down the steps, feet clattering loudly as they pounded against the stone.

"PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE!" I screamed, throwing open the doors to the Great Hall, all of the students looking up in a panic to hear me not under self-control. Running to the Head table I ran around to the headmaster. "They're here," I panted, my run having stolen my breath completely. "They're coming in through the Forbidden Forest."

Silently, the silver haired man rose to his feet, all the humor gone from his eyes. "Voldemort and his followers have arrived," he announced gravely to the silent hall. "Fifth year prefects will lead their houses to the dungeons. Sixth and seventh year students will stay here."

Instantaneous uproar was the result when Dumbledore finished. Many of the younger years began to cry, too scared to move from their benches. Frantically, the fifth years, aided by the fourths, tried to encourage the students to follow them, sometimes having to physically pull them off the bench and make them walk. In a matter of five minutes all of the students had left the hall, although crying for their older siblings who had to fight echoed down the stone corridors.

"Those of you left," said McGonagall, voice trembling slightly, "Take out your wands and have them at the ready." Only three of us didn't; myself, Leila and Zareh for we had our own powers to fight with. "Potter, you stay in the back until the initial wave of them have come. Malfoy, you and your friends come up to the front...you're going out first."

Whispers raced around the room as the two demons and I made our way through the crowd towards the front, everyone noticing not a wand on us. Hermione broke away from Ron and Harry, rushing towards me before I could reach the doors.

"This is for luck," she whispered, before giving me a kiss in front of everyone. I wrapped my arms around her, not sure if this would be the last time I'd see her alive. She pulled away, eyes shimmering with tears. "Be careful Draco," she sniffled, "I don't want to lose you."

"Don't worry," I said softly, tucking a piece of her brown hair behind her ear. "You won't." It was tentative, but applause started to ring through the hall, for it seemed that one Slytherin and one Gryffindor had put aside their differences to join together. I flashed Hermione a reassuring grin before continuing onto my spot between the twins.

"Are you ready?" shouted Leila, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Who else is ready to kick some Death Eater butt?" Cheers roared among the remaining students, Leila's excitement spreading to them all. "Then let's go!"

"All of you," warned Dumbledore, "Stand back and let these three handle the first wave." Curiously, the other students looked at us as though wondering what special talent we held that they didn't.

We all trooped out of the Great Hall and into the front foyer, the teachers standing right in front of the students and my little trio in front. My hand snaked out and with Zareh's help I lifted the large wooden slat that had held the doors together to the floor.

Leila gave my hand a small squeeze to reassure both of us before I kicked open the door, hand flying into position of my Spirit Gun. Zareh automatically began to glow a light, frosty blue as he readied his attack and Leila held several Boom Seeds in her hand.

In front of us stood the silent and orderly ranks of Voldemort, all of their wands drawn and pointed at us. My stomach did a flip but I quelled it, knowing I had to be strong if I was to live through this.

"TRY A PIECE OF THIS!" yelled Leila, tossing her seeds into the rows of Death Eaters. Nothing happened for a second but then several loud explosions ripped apart the ground, the screams of Death Eaters being drowned out among the blasts.

Before anytime could be wasted of them regrouping, Zareh swung out a full attack of his infamous Shards of Ice, the onslaught that had become my least favorite of his attacks. The tiny sharp crystals drove deep into the horde, agonized cries coming from those who did not have a chance to perform a repelling charm.

"What the heck?" I muttered, changing stances. "Spirit Rays!" Hundreds of silver beams of light flowed from my fingertips, diving into the robed minions, separating the ranks as they attempted to get out of the way. "What are you all waiting for?" I asked, turning my head slightly to the bewildered students behind me. "Go fight!"

With loud battle cries, the students poured out of the open doors, spells already issuing from their wands. Leila now had to stop using her beloved Boom Seeds for fear of injuring or even killing another student in the fray. Leaping off the steps, she dived headlong into battle, her trusty Rose whip twirling around her, the thorns digging deep into her opponents.

I retreated several steps to reach Harry who was still standing inside, no sign yet of Voldemort. "You okay?" I asked softly, continuing to fire blasts into the Death Eaters. "Trust me Harry, everything will be fine." He nodded silently, hand tightly gripping his wand, his knuckles turning white. "Relax, you can't do anything in that state," I said before following the other students into the battle.

Already, bodies of Death Eaters lay across the yard, all of them Leila's or my doing. Zareh's attack couldn't kill but it could seriously injure. Several students lay across the grounds, and I could only pray that they weren't dead.

Dodging a spell, I threw one of my own blasts, thankfully my energy not fading yet. If it did we could all be in serious trouble. My gaze flicked around the grounds, lighting on a brown haired girl who was lying on the grass, a boot pressed hard against her neck and cutting off her circulation.

But what caught me was the orange shirt with the rainbow on the front. Hermione had been wearing the exact same shirt earlier today. With a snarl of rage, I fired a shot at the Death Eater who was slowly suffocating the girl, the man flying several feet back.

"Hermione?" I asked, kneeling down next to the girl. "Mione, wake up," I begged, cradling her head in my arms, the battle disappearing until it was only the two of us. "You can't be dead, you just can't..."

The small world I'd enclosed myself in faded away as a hand tightly latched itself around my throat. With a strangled cry, I dropped Hermione as I was lifted off the ground, feet hovering mere inches from the grass.

I couldn't see my attacker's face, the hood preventing so, but two silver eyes were narrowed in a malicious glare directed at me. My own hands tried to pry the ones off of my throat, black spots already dancing in my vision from lack of air.

"Well well, if it isn't my son," the man drawled, clearly enjoying the pained look crossing over my features. "And what are you doing fighting with that old fool and Potter?"

"You...aren't my...father," I gasped, tears welling up in my eyes as the oxygen slowly left my lungs. "I fight...with the...victors," I said, hands falling limply to my sides although my gaze still smoldered with anger for Father, or should I say Lucius?

"I'm not just your father boy," he sneered, "I'm your murderer." Pain exploded in my head as my oxygen deprived brain started to lose consciousness.

"Not if I can help it," stated a voice, full of venom. "Avada Kervada!" I was suddenly released from the choking hold, falling limply to the ground. "Draco," came Mandela's concerned voice, "Can you hear me?"

In response I took a deep breath of air, the gas burning my lungs but providing some life back in me. "Manda?" I asked painfully, struggling to sit up. "What are you doing out here?"

"I'm not a coward Draco," she said, placing an arm behind my back to help steady me. "I'm not going to sit down in the dungeons and worry about you. I'm going to fight as well."

"Slytherin really suits you," I said, a small smirk on my face before instant worry clouded my features. "Mione! What happened to her?"

"She's alive," the spirit said gently, helping me to stand. "Just unconscious. I'll stay here and fight, you better go back into that fray and cause the distraction. Dear old Voldie should be coming any moment."

"Yeah," I said, taking a wobbly step, hand massaging my bruising throat. "Where's Mia?" I asked before I disappeared, concern mounting over the other girl.

"Out there somewhere..." she said with a smile. "Couldn't bare to let me go by myself. We're very lucky Leila's plant had the effect she needed. Now get going!" I nodded and tore off along the border of the fighting so I could cause a diversion.

Standing on a tree stump, I readied my Spirit Gun into the crowd, hoping I would kill no students in the process. Not uttering the attack, I let the silver ball speed away from me and into the battle, screams the result as many of the Death Eaters were hit. Those still standing turned to me, knowing I could do major damage with another attack like that.

"GET HIM!" screamed one of the leaders and I was suddenly throwing out my energy in blast form. Zareh and Leila readied themselves in the back, attacking the Death Eaters from behind. We had a large group of them positioned between ourselves, the rest being taken on by my classmates.

I did notice that some of my fellow Slytherins, Nott, Crabbe, and Goyle, were in the group I was fighting against, deciding to show their true loyalty to the Dark Side. After shooting another silver ball at the small army before me, I raised my head to see Harry leaving the safety of the castle and heading across the grounds towards a solitary figure, whose ruby red eyes were clearly visible from here.

"He's here," I whispered, attention diverted from the battle. "This is where it is going to end..." A spell narrowly missed my still form and I retaliated by sending out several more blasts, although my eyes remained focused on the two wizards across the grounds.

Before Harry had even reached Voldemort, the Dark wizard sent a bright green curse from his wand, Harry dodging to the left right before it hit him. The prophecy child rose to his feet, anger in his emerald eyes.

Lifting his own wand, he fired a jet of light at Voldemort before charging after it in a double assault. Voldemort dodged the spell easily but was unprepared for Harry's fist to slam into his chest, knocking the elder off his feet. Quickly acting, Harry fired another spell at the fallen wizard but Voldemort blocked, the spell slamming into a tree beyond them.

Harry was not swayed in the least and continued to fire off spells, all effectively being blocked by the Dark Lord. I soon realized that Voldemort was going to win this battle unless a miracle happened. Harry was already looking exhausted while Voldemort had yet to tire.

And by some power, a miracle did happen. Mia came running out of a crowd of Death Eaters, all of who were chasing her. She was running backwards so she would be able to fire spells at them. Well, when you run backwards you can't see anything behind you...

In a collision, the spirit crashed into Voldemort, both of them tumbling to the ground. With loud cries of 'My Lord!' the Death Eaters who had been chasing Mia halted their approach, not wanting to suffer their leaders wrath.

Voldemort rose from the ground, Mia pinned to his chest by his powerful arms while his wand was still pointed at Harry. Mia snarled, not at all liking her current position and did the one thing she could do at the moment.

Bending her head down, she sank her teeth into Voldemort's arm, immediately dropping to the ground. Following through in her attack, she leveled her leg up in a kick, catching Voldemort firmly in his groin. I winced, knowing how badly that had to hurt.

Rolling away, she gave a thumbs up to Harry who smiled back. The man rose to his feet, pain etched clearly on his face. "SEE VOLDEMORT?" shouted Harry, drawing everyone's attention over to the duo, "THAT'S WHY I HAVE FRIENDS!" A quick second later, a green jet of light had issued from Harry's wand, slamming into Voldemort, the Dark Lord falling over dead.

A silence reigned over the battle ground as everyone stood in shock that the Dark Lord had been defeated. Then came the retreat of the still living Death Eaters, although it was unsuccessful. Ministry members appeared at that moment apprehending the deserters. I sank to my knees, the exhaustion of my attacks finally overtaking me. And then I saw nothing but black.

"Are you awake sleepyhead?" asked Leila's sweet voice, the sudden sound causing a ringing to go through my ears. "Time to wake up Draco..." Groggily, I forced open my eyes to look at the plant demon.

She was dressed in a white hospital gown, although hers was a baggy shirt and a pair of pants. Zareh stood next to his twin, dressed in exactly the same thing, a weary smile on his face. "Nice to see you up," he said with a smile.

Gingerly, I sat up, my throat feeling parched. Leila handed me a glass of water from a nightstand and I thankfully gulped it down. Looking around, I could tell we were in the Hospital Wing. Harry was in a bed opposite mine while some other students injured during the fighting were also in their own cots.

Hermione and Ron were at Harry's sleeping side but when they saw I was awake both quickly made their way over to me. "Thank goodness you woke up," cried Hermione, pulling me into a hug. "I was so worried."

"Are you all right?" I asked, the attempted murder on her by my father still fresh in my mind.

"Thanks to you I am," she said with a soft smile. "And thanks to Mandela that you're alive too." I looked around, then noticing that both Mandela and Mia were here as well, a very stern looking child Sina between the two of them.

"I can't believe that these two, especially Mandela, would actually skip out like that," she muttered, shaking her head, "But I'm glad they did." Leaning over, she planted a kiss on my cheek, and I hugged the girl tightly.

"It is nice to see you awake Mr. Malfoy," said Dumbledore, coming into the room. "I feared the worst when you and both Mr. and Miss Saynae collapsed right after Voldemort's end. But when Miss Saynae woke up and informed me that you had all just drained your energy in your attacks I was quite relieved. Although it had been three days since the battle already..."

"I've been asleep for three days!" I exclaimed. "When did you two wake up?" I asked, accusatory glares at Leila and Zareh.

"I woke up on day one, "said Leila with a smirk, "and Zareh on the second. You're the laziest out of us all Draco!"

"Am not," I pouted, crossing my arms childishly over my chest. "Professor," I said turning my attention over to the headmaster, "How many casualties were there?"

"On Voldemort's side about two hundred from the five hundred," he said, hands steepled. "I'd say that you and Miss Saynae did the most damage to them." The two of us shared a smile while Zareh now pouted. "We lost four students," he said sadly, "and eight ministry members were killed. But overall our losses were very small."

"It's still terrible that we lost fellow students," argued Hermione, "but I guess we should be thankful that this is all over."

"I'm in total agreement," I said with a smile. "And not to sound rude, but I'm rather tired still. Mind if I went back to sleep?"

"Of course not," said Hermione, placing a kiss on my forehead. "Sweet dreams Draco."

And so I slept, the world now rid from the evil that plagued it for so long. Families were now free to converse with whom they pleased and my mother was now safe, my father lying deep beneath the earth.

Nothing could threaten us anymore. Darkness was vanquished forever.

Fin

Author's Notes:

10.17.2015

Hello lovely readers, thank you so much for your regular readings and reviews of Draco's Spirit. The story is now finished! There is a bonus chapter (my original foray into the Dark Tournament arc, which has been discontinued) if you would like to read it. However, there will be no more updates to this story.

This was my very first Harry Potter fic and it's been a wonderful ride. Thank you all for reading and please do check out the rest of my Dramione fics if you're a fan!