CHAPTER 19

I opened my eyes and found a pile of ashes and debris that must have previously been a house, Harry's house. I was about to walk through it when I remebered why I was here and turned, looking for anything or anyone. I saw nothing, no people, nothing other than the debris.

Then I heard a noise from behind me and before I could turn around I was grabbed from behind and someone had placed a hand over my mouth.

"Don't say a word," an unfamilar voice spat in my ear. He threw me into a chair where I was bound with ropes.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, keeping the terror out of my voice.

"Why, Harry Potter, of course. He should respond to our bait at any moment," he replied, sneering. He was a tall slender man whose voice reminded me of Draco Malfoy's. He was wearing a mask, but I just knew that it must have been none other than Lucius Malfoy.

"He's not here?" I asked, unable to stop myself. I thought about thinking to Harry, but stopped myself, I didn't want to put him in danger. 'I'll think of something, I just have to, for our baby,' I carefully thought to myself.

"No, no, he is not here. He hasn't been here in 16 years, but that will change in a matter of minutes. Did you actually think that Hermione would let you go alone? Shouldn't you know your friends by now, if you could call that Mudblood your friend." When I just looked at him, confused, he continued and I praised myself on how good of an actress I was, I was stalling, "It was my son using Polyjuice Potion. You should really be smarter than that Miss Bradshaw."

We waited and waited and, to my pleasure, Harry didn't come. "You know, we might just have to speed up this process, Crucio," he shouted and it felt as if every inch of my body was on fire and my veins were going to explode. I tried to hold in the screams, but they left my throat anyway. After he had done that to me a few more times, I lost count of how many, I remembered my connection as I heard Harry's voice in the back of my mind, 'Babe, Are you all right?'

I mentally kicked myself for not thinking about our connection, then realized that I had thought about it earlier. I was faced with a problem, tell him and risk him getting hurt, or sitting it out when I could barely think straight. Harry seemed to know I had a problem though.

'Listen to me, tell me where you are. I can't take you being hurt anymore,' he persisted.

'No,' I managed to think partially clearly, 'if I tell you where I am you'll come running to save me and I won't be able to live with myeself if something happens to you. I'll get out on my own.'

'What? While I sit here and do nothing. I can't just do that Amy, I can't just sit here twiddling my thumbs while you die,' he broke off, but then continued, 'I have to at least try. Please, tell me where you are. We need each other and we can get through it together.'

I thought to myself a moment then replied, 'Godrics Hollow.'

I didn't respond, just focused all my attention on getting myself to Godrics Hollow. I knew I was leaving behind people who might need me to fight against the Death Eaters now attacking the Burrow, but Amy needed me more. I immediately heard Amy's screams and saw Lucius Malfoy standind over her limp body. She was bound in a chair, but I'm sure she wouldn't have been able to move even if she wasn't. I advanced on Luscius and kept myself from using the killing curse, reverting to Stupefy instead.

I walked over to Amy, who had not moved since the curse had been lifted, but at my touch her eyelids fluttered, but that was the only movement she made. I picked her up and moved to Apparate, but was stopped by a blinding pain in my scar.

"Going somewhere so soon Potter? I think not," the cold voice of Voldemort reached my ears and I knew he was right behind me.

I put Amy on the ground before responding, "You know, I don't think you could stop me," I said, putting more courage into my words than I felt as I stood up.

"You better give your wife a kiss, because this will be the last time either of you are alive. Or possibly I might keep her alive, for myself."

I lunged at him, but he just raised his wand and held me back, "No, no, no, Potter, none of that. Stand up nd face me like a man, he said as I fell to me knees when he let me go.

I stood without moving as he stood in front of me, wand raised, "Stupefy," I shouted, but he dodged the spell effortlessly.

"You'll have to do better than that, Harry," he sneered.

"Expelliarmus," I shouted, but he just as easily deflected it with his wand.

"You're not going to beat me this time Harry. You may have halted me before, but you've never beaten me and you never will. You're going to die here tonight Harry, and you don't have any help at all, or anyone to stop me."

"No," I muttered, 'I can't die. I have to kill him, for Amy, I have to, for my child. I can't let him win,' I thought and looked at her before facing him again.

"What was that? Did you tell me no?" his cold voice cut through the air, "Avada Keda-" he started, but was interrupted by Amy.

"No," she screamed. I looked over to find her sitting up, trying to stand. I rushed over to her and helped her up. She jumped into my arms and I wrapped my own arms around her.

"Ah, how very touching, but I might just have to break this up. Now, should I torture the happy couple, or just kill them straight away?" Voldemorts voice brought me back to reality and I let go and stepped in front of her.

"Leave her alone, you have what you want, me. Just let her leave Voldemort."

"No, I think not. It just wouldn't be as fun that way. I'd reather watch you both suffer. If I let her leave I wouldn't get to see her watch you get tortured." As he said this I felt her hand touch my arm and I subconsciously grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

"Crucio," he said as I hesitated.

I expected the spell to hit me, but it hit Amy and I immediately stepped in front of her again to block it. I fell to the ground, screaming, with the pain.

"Harry," I heard her scream as she landed on the ground next to me, "Stop it!" I heard her yell at him, but it was a very long time, or so it felt, before he finally lifted the spell. I opened my eyes, still feeling the pain from the spell, to find her staring in awe at someone behind me.

It was then that I heard another voice, "Go, both of you get out of here now," the voice commanded and it wasn't until Amy and I had gotten to our feet that I realized that it was Dumbledore.

I didn't take the command lightly, I grabbed Amy's hand and prepared to Disapperate, 'Grimmauld Place?' I herard her voice in the back of my mind and nodded before diaappearing.

When we reached Grimmauld Place we collapsed on the couch. She curled up into my arms and I became aware at how tired I was. I guess she was worn out too because we both fell asleep.

I knew Harry had troubled dreams because I saw them as well. I immediately knew they were from Harry because of the point of view. He must have been to worn out to keep them to himself. Not that I could blame him, we had both felt the torture curse and I knew how it felt just as much as he did. Then my thoughts turned to our child and I sat up. I saw his eyelids flutter, but he was still asleep, I knew because he was still dreaming.

I thought about waking him, even if it was just to stop the dreams, but decided against it, getting up instead. I tried to creep over to the kitchen soundlessly, but he awoke anyways. I figured it was because he sensed that I had left him.

"Where are you going?" he inquired, entering the kitchen.

"Well, I was going to go to the Burrow. Why?" I added when I saw the look on his face.

He hesitated, "Well, umm, Death Eaters attacked and I'm not sure you should," he finally said, realizing that he should be completely honest.

"I'm going, I'll be fine, there are some people I need to talk to."

"I'm going with you," he said, quite stubbornly.

"Fine, let's go already," I gave in, knowing I wouldn't be able to talk to him out of him. I Disapperated and was shocked at what I found. It was worse than he had let on. There were bodies lying around and I had a feeling that the battle had barely ended.

I heard him appear next to me as I started walking through the bodies. I let out a gasp as I saw my dead mum. I felt him take my hand and pull me to him, but I pulled away. I landed on my knees next to her and clung to her lifeless body. I cried into her shoulder and sat there for a while before Harry pulled me away.

"It won't do you any good. C'mon, into the house," he whispered into my ear

He carried me into the house. We found Ron tending to Hermione's wounds, who was protesting that he should help figure out who was dead and who was not. I was crying into Harry's shoulder when Ron finally gave in and went outside with some others.

"I suppose she saw her, didn't she?" Hermione asked Harry tentively and I felt Harry nod.

"She never had a chance to fight though. She was the first one attacked. No one saw it coming," Hermione said and I couldn't take it anymore I pulled away from Harry and left the room. I left through the front door and just walked. I guess Harry decided to give me some alone time because when I climbed a tree, it was hard because of my very pregnant self, I didn't hear anyone around.

I sat there thinking about what I would do without my mother and I actually had some idea of what Harry must feel everyday. I just lost my mother. I dread to think what I would do if I had lost both my parents and then reaized that I was being selfish sitting here when there were other things we had to deal with. Like whether or not out child was alive. I climbed was about to climb out of the tree when I saw Harry climbing up toward me.

"Are you okay?" he asked once he had settled himself next to me and grabbed my hand.

"I will be. I'm sorry I just left you down there. How many people died?" I asked him, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"Not many, suprisingly. Though we lost more than the other side did. Most people were just stunned. Like Isabella; she was just revived. Then Lupin just arrived from Godrics Hollow. We've lost Dumobledore," he looked away as he said this, but I could hear the sadness in his voice.

I reached up to turn his face toward me but was distracted or a moment as I almost fell off the branch I was sitting on. When I had finally managed to hold his gaze I muttered a sorry before kissing him.

"This will impact the war Harry, but I know you'll be able to defeat him, with or without Dumbledore's help. We'll get through this together," I squeezed his hand before motioning that we should go back to the house.

He nodded and got down before helping me down. We walked back to the house hand in hand and Isabella rushed out to meet me in a hug.

"I'm so so sorry Amy," she whispered many times before I let go and forced a smile, trying not to think about it so I wouldn't cry. We had lost not only my mother and Dumbledore, but also Mundungus Fletcher, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Victor Krum and there were more people who were at the hospital, injured.

I almost tripped over a body that hadn't been moved and stared into the lifeless eyes of Lucius Malfoy. He must have come here after Voldemort revived him I guessed, though I wasn't sure when that happened. I felt a pain in my chest and felt it gingerly. I realized it must have been bruised from all the times the torture curse had hit it and my thoughts turned back to my unborn child.

"We have to go see Madam Pomfrey," I said urgently.

"Why?" he inquired and I gestured to my stomach and realization hit him, "Let's go."

I hesitated, "Should we get Hermione. She should probably be checked, too."

"She's already been to Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey is here, up in Ron's and Ginny's rooms. She's been using them," Isabella replied and Harry pulled me into the house and up the stairs.

We found Madam Pomfrey in Ginny's room and she conjured up another bed before pushing me onto it. She took some tests and them scurried out of the room for the results. I hated when she did this. It left me so anxious. 'She's probably helping other patients, too' I observed when she wasn't back as fast as I hoped.

Harry had a firm grip on my hand which I only tightened when I saw her reappear in the room and walk to me, her face expressionless.

It seemed like the room kept growing, adding to the time when she finally reached us. She was finally right next to us and I felt like my hand was going to fall off, or maybe Harry's, and I felt a great weight lift off my shoulders when she smiled.

"Your baby is fine," she said and both Harry and I let out a great sigh of relief. She left us alone and I hugged him.

"It's okay," he said in my ear and I realized I was crying again, but these were tears of relief.

I nodded into his shoulder and stood. He pulled me downstairs where we found Hermione.

"Oh I was just looking for you. Are you okay?" she asked and I knew she was talking about our child. I nodded and she continued, "Well, I was looking for you because all the Weasleys went back to Grimmauld Place. They left me to find you two and tell you that."

"Okay then we'll see you there," Harry said.

She nodded and then went back down the stairs. Just then a thought popped into my head and I left Harry behind to catch up to her.

I caught her arm and she turned, "Hey, Hermione, you're okay right?" I asked, knowing that something was wrong before I asked.

"Madam Pomfrey isn't sure. She was trying to be optimistic, but I know there's a chance my child won't make it," she said as tears slid down her face.

I threw Harry a significant look as he walked by and he kept walking and when he reached the kitchen I heard him Apparate with a pop.

"It'll be okay Hermione. I'm sure your child will be fine," I said as I pulled Hermione into my arms. She cried into my shoulder for a while while I comforted her.

Finally she stopped sobbing and wiped her tears. I asked her if she'd be okay and she nodded as I handed her a tissue that I conjured out of thin air.

"You're getting pretty good at that," she complimented, actually smiling.

"Thanks," I said, feeling proud, "Now let's go before people start to worry about us."

"Yeah," she said as we both Apparated. Once we made it to Gimmauld Place we went into the kitchen. We found Ron and Harry deep in conversation in there. So deep that they didn't notice us. We had to clear our throats multiple times before they looked over at us.

"What are you talking about?" I asked when we finally had their attention.

"Oh nothing," Harry replied all to quickly and when I gave him a skeptical look he continued, "Let's go to bed. See you in the morning Ron, Hermione," he said before pulling me up the stairs.

I followed him reluctantly. When we finally got to the room we had been sharing over Christmas break he pulled me onto the bed and kissed me, long and pastionately. It was the best kiss we had ever shared and I was gasping for breath when it ended.

"You're a very beautiful bride, you know that," he said.

"I'm your very beautiful bride," I corrected, kissing him again. Then I remembered the tiara on my head and decied to give it to Mrs. Weasley in the morning. I set it on the nightstand before changing into my pajamas while Harry did the same. When I was changed I climbed into bed, followed by Harry.

He kissed me before I had a chance to take off my glasses. I kissed back and pulled him closer. What seemed like hours later we went to sleep.