Hermione had managed to sneak away after the distraction of Ginny's murder, hiding back behind a tree. She grabbed the sword of a fallen Death Eater and waited for the most opportune moment.

"That was fun." Rachel smiled as she wiped some rogue blood from her face.

"Good shot, Love," Draco put his hand on her shoulder. "Sliced that little wench up good." Hermione saw her window and jumped, plunging the blade she held right into Draco's right shoulder.

He made a gurgled sort of noise and dropped the sword in his hand; still managing to keep his wand because he was left-handed.

"Draco!" Rachel dropped to his side immediately, supporting her husband as he fell to his knees. "YOU STABBED MY HUSBAND!" She raged at the frizzy-haired witch.

"HE KILLED MY FIANCE!" Hermione's eyes were wide with madness and her face looked quite menacing with blood smeared across her left cheek. Rachel rose up and lunged forward, sword in hand and vengeance in her eyes.

"You can't win…" Harry's voice was running thin. He was looking quite the worse for wear after many curses and seeing his friends and loved ones die. "I won't let you win! I can't!"

"Foolish boy," Voldemort chuckled. "Look at yourself. You're losing- quite terribly I might add."

"I can't let you kill all of those innocent people…" Harry was trying to build up his own strength through willing himself with his words.

"Innocent? Come now Potter, no one is innocent. We are all born corrupt."

Harry lunged forward with his sword in possibly his last attempt at an offense. Voldemort pulled out his own sword, previously hidden in his robes, and thrust it through Harry's stomach. Harry sputtered blood as he dropped to his knees.

"Look what we have here!" Voldemort's voice rang through the entire forest, catching everyone's attention toward him and Harry. "Harry Potter- The Boy Who Lived'!" Voldemort held him up by the neck of his robes for all to see him bleeding. "Well no more." He threw Harry to the ground with a sarcastic laugh.

"Harry! NO!" Hermione forgot her own battle as she watched her best friend fall to the ground. Rachel, however, was not as affected by Harry's death. The blade of her sword sang as it sliced down her opponent. Hermione screamed at the immense pain of her wound as she dropped to the floor of bloodstained grass.

"How dare you touch my husband, Mudblood." Rachel sneered. She laughed as she watched Hermione die slowly in front of her.

Harry crawled his way over to where Ginny lay dead, putting his arms around her limp body. He used the last bit of his strength to look around him at all of his fallen friends and comrades.

"Draco, are you alright?" Rachel pushed his hair back out of his face. "Draco, speak to me…"

"A healing spell would be quite useful right about now, Love." He gave her what would have been a smirk had his faced not been twisted in pain.

Rachel did what she could for his wound before apparating them to the hospital.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Rachel cooed to Draco as she stroked his forehead.

"I'll be FINE, Rachel," Draco protested. "Stop asking me!" The Healers made little work of his wound, but Draco, being the stubborn man he was, had refused to take a pain-killing potion.

"I'm just worried about you, Draco…I almost lost you today." She frowned, sitting down on the side of the hospital bed.

"Rachel," Draco took her hand from his forehead and kissed it, pulling her head down onto his chest at the same time. "I'm still here, the Healers said I'll be fine."

"I know, but still…" Draco cut her off with a kiss.

"You need to go now, Rachel. The Dark Lord will be finalizing his plans."

"Are you sure you'll be fine?" She reluctantly got up.

"I'm sure. Go. I need to rest anyway." He waved her off. Rachel kissed his cheek one last time before dissaparating.