"Hello Lucius" Draco said father no longer pertained to this man.

The man in question moved his gaze and wand to his son, "What are you doing here?" he sneered showing his disgust at having a traitor for a son and surprise to find him in the past.

"Stopping you for good" Draco replied with equal revulsion and his wand trained on his father.

"Going to kill me Draco, go on I'd like to see you try" he said wearing a smirk.

While the act of killing when necessary was nothing knew to him, he could not bring himself to kill his father, as much as he detested the man and his ways, he still could not kill him, a voice in the back of his head told him, 'he is still your father'.

Draco's face showed defeat, he could not kill his father, but his hand and wand stayed trained on his fathers figure.

"I thought as much too bad I don't hold the same mercy as you Avada Ked-"as he was about to finish the job on his son, his wand was plucked from his hand, and flung behind him.

Lucius spun around to see Harry Potter standing but ten feet away from him, "Potter" he spat trying desperately to show his fear at the young man that was there, his son was one thing to deal with, but the down fall of his master was another.

Harry did not say anything; he merely stood with a glare on his face that could erupt fear in anyone.

Lucius took one look at his son, before activating his port key and fleeing. Draco tried to stop him, he was not going to kill him but he was not going to let him get away, but it was too late he had escaped their clutches once more.

A minute passed, Draco stared at the spot were his father stood but moments ago, a voice brought him out of his musings.

"Draco." Harry said while he cradled the unconscious Ginny in his arms.

"it's time to leave, the Aurors are arriving" Draco said, it was true the Aurors had started arriving on the scene it was to bad that so much damage was done before they arrived.

Harry looked sympathetically at his friend before nodding his head and grabbing a firm grip on Ginny and Draco apparated them back to Hogwarts. To avoid further surprise he landed them on the grounds.

They trekked back to the castle, exhausted both physically and mentally, wearing ripped and dirty clothes and many open scratches and cuts, and Harry seemed to be favoring his right leg.

Draco opened the door that led into the entrance hall, seeing that Harry was still holding Ginny.

Harry could easily have put her on a magical stretcher or just levitated her, but he refused to let her go, she was to important to him, even if he was not admitting to that just yet. Just inside the doors, Professor Dumbledore stood alongside Madame Pomfrey; they seemed to have known that they were approaching.

"How did it go"

Harry answered, while he refused Madame Pomfrey to take Ginny from his arms, "as well as expected.

"well then for now why don't you go to up to the hospital wing, and later we can discuss this more deeply hopefully when you are more up on your feet," Dumbledore said with a small smile on his face, he felt horrible about the attack but it was a great wonder and awe that three wizards of such a young age had taken on a death eater attack single-handedly and only come back with minor injuries, well minus Ginny being unconscious.

They looked grateful and headed up followed by Madam Pomfrey.

Half an hour later, Draco was sleeping in a hospital bed, with salve covering various burning marks and his arm wrapped in a cloth to slow a bleeding cut.

Ginny lay in a bed, her wounds had been healed for the better part now they were just waiting for her to wake up.

Harry was more difficult to tend to as he refused to leave Ginny's side, even to obtain medical attention, in the end Madam Pomfrey had to sedate him just to tend to his wounds, but he did not budge from Ginny's side as she did. So Harry sat upright on his chair fast asleep.

James sat in the common room with the marauders breathing a sigh of relief.

McGonagall had just come by to tell them that the light side had been very successful in the battle and very few died. She said that they had managed to capture many death eaters as well.

James wondered if his professors were alright, they had been at the battle but McGonagall did not mention any names.

So he climbed the stairs to his room and fell asleep, wondering if his professors were okay, wondering what they were hiding because it was obvious they were, wondering when lily Evans would see him for something other than a bullying toe rag.

A.N. so what do you think It was short but … to bad. Love to the readers and reviewers

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