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Harry Potter and the Last Stand
Chapter Eight
Harry quickly deflected a hex aimed at him and sent one of his own back. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that the rest of his group were holding up extremely well, especially Neville, who seemed to have found a new intelligence for spells and hexes. Everyone was diving out of the way of spells and sending off more of their own as the fight wore on. The Death Eaters were smart, but so were the DA and the Order. Harry just made out Lucius Malfoy heading straight for Draco. Harry quickly dived sideways and grabbed his boyfriend, pulling him behind an over turned table and away from his father. Draco mumbled a quick thankyou and fired a hex at his father.
Behind the Death Eaters, more of the DA and Order came into the room. With them came even more Death Eaters. Harry spotted Lupin fighting one in the corner of the room. He had a bloody nose and there was blood all over his clothes. Harry couldn't tell if it was his or someone else's.
After two hours of fighting in the Great Hall, and a couple of fatalities, people were starting to get tired. Harry quickly dicked a curse and stumbled over a body lying on the floor. It was Alastore Moody.
Suddenly, the whole room went silent. Harry looked up. The Death Eaters were all holding their arms, looking around the room. Everyone else looked around too, warily, knowing what was going to happen next. A gust of wind whipped through the hall, making Harry shiver. A sharp pain hit him, right in his head, where his scar was. Harry knew what that meant.
Voldermort suddenly appeared in the middle of the room, surveying the damage done by the fight. The Death Eaters immediately fell to their knees in greeting. Everyone else raised their wands, ready. Voldermort laughed. The sound sent waves of anger through Harry. He stood up from where he had fallen and raised his own wand.
'Harry Potter,' Voldermort said, in his creepy whisper of a voice. 'I've been waiting a long time to kill you, and now I finally have the chance.'
Draco stepped up beside Harry, as did Hermione and Ron. Harry sneered slightly at the thing standing in front of him. 'You think you're going to kill me?' he asked, almost laughing. 'I'm afraid you're going to be bitterly dissappointed.'
Voldermort laughed again. 'Who's going to stop me? Your parents are dead, as is your precious Dumbledore. Who's left to protect you?'
'I am,' Draco said suddenly, from beside Harry, as he raised his own wand.
Voldermort raised his own wand and pointed it at Draco. 'Is that so?' he asked. 'Avada Kedavra.'
Bright green light shot from Voldermort's wand, flying across the room. Harry moved sideways slightly, but he was too late. The light hit Draco square on the chest. The seventeen year old flew backwards and landed hard on the floor. His eyes were open.
'Nooo!' Harry yelled as he raised his wand again. Lucius Malfoy was the first to jump in front of his master as an identical jet of green light flew from Harry's own wand. He hadn't even heard himself say the words. And the spell was extremely powerful. It killed ten Death Eaters instantly. The whole room stood, shocked at this display of power. This had never happened before.
'Well, well,' Voldermort said eventually as he looked down at the body of Lucius Malfoy at his feet. 'Maybe you're more powerful than I gave you credit for.'
Hatred filled Harry's whole being. He raised his wand again and this time there were no Death Eaters in his way. The words had left his mouth before he even thought about them. 'Crucio!'
Voldermort could not fight off the power and the hatred behind Harry's spell. It was too strong, even for him. Harry kept the spell going until someone knocked him sideways. He had been concentrating so hard on Voldermort that he hadn't noticed Snape come up behind him. Neither had anyone else.
'Petrificus Totalus!' Hermione yelled at Snape, who immediately stiffened and fell to the floor.
Harry stood up again, and raised his wand. He missed Voldermort send the Cruciatus Curse back at him, and severe pain filled his body. Harry screamed and dropped to his knees. After what seemed like forever, the pain stopped. Harry stood again. He was shaking with anger. Voldermort was laughing.
Harry aimed his wand. 'Avada Kedavra!' he yelled, and this time there was no one to protect Voldermort. The curse hit him straight on the chest. He didn't even blink before he fell to the ground.
It was then that the Ministry appeared. They looked around in shock at the devestation that surrounded them. Fudge himself was there. His eyes landed on the body of Voldermort. He looked up, straight at Harry.
Harry had collapsed onto the floor next to the body of Draco Malfoy, crying. Hermione and Ginny were trying to comfort him. McGonagall and Lupin came up to them.
'Harry, it's me, Remus. Come on, we have to get you out of here.' Harry didn't move. 'Harry, he's gone,' Remus whispered tenderly. 'Come on.'
Harry let himself be led out of the room. He was taken to the hospital wing. On their way they passed most of the school, some of whom had been fighting. Even here there was blood and bodies. Harry barely noticed.
Three days later, the school was gathered in the new and improved Great Hall for a special assembly.
McGonagall stood at the front of the room. 'The good news is, of course, that Voldermort has been defeated by our very own Harry Potter. But with the good comes the bad. We have lost many people in this war. Just this week alone we have lost many of our friends and family. So today we remember those who gave their lives. There were even students who died. Draco Malfoy died trying to protect Harry. Parvati Patil was killed. Seamus Finnigan. Luna Lovegood. Cho Chang. Blaise Zabini, who joined our side just before the final battle.' McGonagall took a deep breath. 'The Auror, Alastor Moody was killed. Nymphodora Tonks. Fleur Delacour, who was pregnant. There were many others. I am sure you understand that I cannot possibly list them all here. There has been a special memorial erected to commemorate everybody who died throughout the whole of this war. You will find it out in the main grounds. You can visit it any time you wish too, wether you are in school or not. Today we were supposed to be celebrating the graduation of our seventh years. But in the circumstances, I do not think it is appropriate. There are too many students who will not be graduating.' McGonagall looked down at the table in front of her. 'We will be hearing from Harry Potter next. He asked to be allowed to speak in memory of Draco Malfoy.' McGonagall stepped down, letting Harry take the stand.
'Everyone here today will remember the rivalry that was always between me and Draco. But this year, things changed. He came to me for help to get away from Voldermort and his followers, including his father. We fell in love. We made a promise to each other that no matter what happened we would keep living, that we could carry on without each other if we had to.' Harry looked down for a second, before pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. 'I'd like to read you a poem that I wrote.' Harry took a deep breath.
I look up at the sky at night
And see the grey in the clouds
They match you perfectly
I look up at the sky at night
And I see your face
Smiling down at me
I look up at the sky at night
And hear voice
And you're telling me
That you will always love me
From now until the end of time
I will always be here waiting
When you need to see me
Speak to me
I wish I could hold your hand
Just one more time
I wish I could kiss you
And feel you next to me
But that now can never happen
You were taken away
Before your time
I wish that I could join you
But I promised I would stay
I will keep on looking out for you
In the night
And its constant grey
The hall was silent, tears in everybody's eyes. Harry sat quietly next to Hermione and Ron. And he knew that nothing was going to be the same again. But at least he wasn't completely alone. He may not have his family or Draco, but he did have his friends, and he had to be grateful for that.
The End
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