There was a good ten minutes where both sides merely exchanged death-looks. No one dared to move, trying to delay the battle for as long as possible. The only sound was the shallow breaths of doomed witches and wizards, a noise that didn't even travel through the air. On the Death-Eater's side, Rachel and Draco stood near the back, along with the other more prominent members and the leading officers. On the side of the Order of the Phoenix, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius, among others, were flanking Dumbedore at the back as well. As far away as both sets of people were, they could still see clearly those they hated most. "Tonight!" Voldemort called to his men; the strong booming voice of his glory days renewed. "Tonight we fight for the most noble of causes! Tonight we will rid our glorious world of its tainted children! Tonight, only those pure of blood and those of the power that comes with the right of noble birth shall survive!" At the end of his speech was a roaring battle cry that sent shivers down their opponent's spines. They were quite a frightful sight to be seen, nearly two thousand witches and wizards, most with the blood of muggles adorning their faces and well-practiced sneers and frightening glares. Are you alright? Draco asked Rachel while clenching her hand. I'm more than that, Love, She smiled up at him, eyes wide with madness. Im FABULOUS! She licked her lips, getting a small taste of the blood she had smeared on her face before battle. It was blood from a muggle in a village they had attacked on the way to battle. "Delicious." She smirked. Draco chuckled and kissed her blood-stained lips with his own. "I'm sick of waiting." Voldemort sneered. "Malfoy, call the first infantry to attack." "Yes, My Lord." Lucius smirked as he gave the signal to attack.

Dumbledore had been in the middle of his own pep talk when the Death-Eaters attacked, catching them unawares a bit. "ATTACK!" Harry hollered to his own troops, fury turning his handsome face into something frightening. "Those &$+$!" He kicked the ground hard. "Relax, Harry." Ginny tried to hide her own rage and disgust, putting a hand on his shoulder to calm him. "You'll get your chance." "I know, Gin." He kissed her cheek, still focusing his eyes on the battlefield. "This is good..." Voldemort tapped his fingers together. "It seems that the odds are in our favor." A coy smile wove its way across his pale face. I want to fight! Rachel bit her lip as she spoke to her husband through their special connection. It looks like we might not have to, Darling. Draco lazily twisted the hilt of his sword, looking at it with mild disinterest. I'm bored, Draco. Rachel crossed her arms. I want to kill someone! Rachel, be patient. He sheathed his sword in a fluid motion. Malfoys are known for their patience. They are also known for being rather whiny and fickle. She retorted. Touche. He held up a hand in defeat. What do you want me to do about your boredom, Rachel? "If I knew what could be done, I would have done it already." She said aloud, despondence in her voice.

The battle waged on for nearly two hours before Harry and the other Order leaders saw action. The Death Eaters showed no mercy and were relentless in their slaughter, destroying much of their opponents fighting forces and losing a lot less than their foes. "Enough!" Voldemort's voice was so booming and commanding that both sides ceased for a moment. "I want Potter for myself." Harry made his way to Voldemort, striking opponents down on the way to the moment his whole life had been leading up to. "Hello, Harry." Voldemort smirked, extending his wand in proper dueling fashion. "How DARE you address Harry in such a manner!" Ginny's cheeks flared crimson with the mix of anger, fear and worry that danced around in her head. "Oh FINALLY!" Rachel smiled, clapping to herself. "I so wanted to fight today!" She threw the crucio curse at Ginny, holding her wand steady to lengthen the effective timing of the curse.

Ginny had not been expecting the curse and felt its effects immediately. She screamed, writhing on the ground as the pain of a thousand hot knives stabbed at her flesh. Rachel laughed at the wonderful sound of torture, pulling out her own sword and making her way towards Ginny. "Rictusempra!" Ron performed the tickling charm on Rachel, which was enough to break her concentration; though it didn't make her laugh. "Leave my sister alone you &+(#!" "Weasley," Draco poked Ron in the back of the neck with his sword, his wand aimed at his back. "What did you just call my wife?" His voice was furious and more than a little threatening. "I'm not afraid of you Malfoy." Ron grit his teeth. "Good for you, Weasel. Avada kedavra." The green lightning was blinding from such a close range of attack. "RON!" Hermione felt her heart fall as she saw her fiance hit the ground. "You- you killed him YOU KILLED HIM!" Her blood felt cold with the shock still settling into her system and she couldn't feel her knees giving in. "Hermione, this is not the place for a breakdown!" Ginny shouted, making her way slowly up from the ground. "Oh, do shut up." Rachel rolled her eyes and with a swipe of her sword, Ginny was in a bloody heap on the floor. "GINNY!" Both Harry and Hermione screamed. But there wasn't time to mourn for lost loves; there was a war to be fought. "This isn't over..." Harry grit his teeth as he prepared himself for Voldemort's next curse.