SCHOOLS OUT! SUMMER IS HERE! Sorry for those of you who haven't gotten out yet, I got out Wednesday. Yay! Anyway, my story is coming to an end, unless I decide to go with the little extra thing that is bubbling in my mind. I haven't decided yet. I am ready to get on with my other Hermione/Draco story though. Anyway, hope you enjoy the last couple chapters of The Swan Princess.

In this chapter I introduce a new character, Callia, who won the contest I held. This is in her point of view.

Callia

I was shopping. Just shopping. I was an innocent bystander, but somehow I became involved.

You see, my sister's wedding is coming up. A wedding, a pathetic excuse for a celebration, was not on my Top Things to Do list. I would rather stick forks in my eyes. But my sister was 'happy', so I guess I can't complain.

My mom told me to go shopping for a party dress. We were having the rehearsal dinner tonight, and she wanted me to wear something other than the jeans I usually wear. I don't know why I couldn't just have conjured something up, but she said she didn't want any 'witch stuff' at my sister's wedding. I argued that it was just the rehearsal, but she said nobody, not even my grandparents knew about my 'special gift'. I laughed at this, for she never referred to my being a witch as a 'special gift'. In fact, she hates it more than my sister does. I think she's just jealous because I can do my chores with magic and it doesn't take me as long. My sister, I mean, not my mother.

So, here I was, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, (my mother claimed that the best dresses were far away), trying to find the godforsaken shop, when in the corner of my eye, I see a swan flying through the air. I glance to make sure it was a swan, and when reassured that it was, I shrugged it off, finally finding the shop.

I walked in and a little bell rang. I rolled my eyes. Stupid muggles. Always need to know things. Can't just look at the stupid door once in awhile. I looked around, trying to find something that was me. I son realized the only things in the shop were pink. I boiled over with anger, silently cursing my mother, for I knew she planned this.

I shuddered, trying not to look at the pink, foreign land that was before me. I looked around for anything that wasn't pink. Nothing. Everything was pink. The dresses, the shoes, the purses, even the employees' uniform. Or chose of clothing, I wasn't sure. I only knew one thing. They would have to pay me to get into one of those hideous things.

I walked outside again and looked at the sign. I groaned as I read the name of the store. Pink Palace. Who names a store, Pink Palace? Then, I saw something that surprised me. It was a little wizard hat at the bottom right corner. I smiled, remembering that meant that this was a wizard shop, and that it was bound to have another section of non-pink clothing.

I walked in again, and tried to find a worker. I spotted one at the counter and strode up to her. I leaned across the counter and whispered lightly,

"Do you know where the other section is?" she nodded understandingly, and motioned me to follow her. I obeyed, following her into a bigger room in the back. Now this was better.

Absolutely no pink. Purple, green, black, silver, and other colors, but no pink. I smiled and thanked her. She told me to ring the bell if I needed assistance or was ready to pay and I nodded. She left and I started to explore.

I don't think I tried on as many dresses in my life as I did in that store, which was two. I tried on a purple one, with no sleeves, short skirt, and black lace all over, smiling to myself, knowing my mother would hate it. I put it back, not feeling like arguing today, and picked up another one.

This one was green, had spaghetti straps, went down to my knees, and was elegant, but had black lace all over it as well. But the black lace on this one complimented it, instead of giving it a Goth look, like the other one did.

I loved it, so I bought it. I paid the worker, and walked out of the store. Looking at my watch, I realized I was early. Mother didn't expect me home for another two hours, so I browsed the area I was in. I spotted an ice cream store and walked in, my stomach getting the better of me.

I ordered a pistachio ice cream cone. And sat down at one of the small circular tables. Licking the ice cream, I smiled happily. Everything was going great. If only I could stay here forever. I was away from the wedding plans, my mother, other muggles, everything. I was content for once in my life. Except for when I was in school.

Finishing up my ice cream, I looked up and saw something peculiar. It was red and green sparks. They looked a little like fireworks, but I knew better. It was wand sparks. I rushed to stand up and ran towards the sparks, and gasped when I reached to where I could see who was shooting them off.

Draco

We were giving him everything we had. Or energy was drained, we looked like shit, and we were losing, badly. When he found us, he started to take Hermione away. I challenged him, not wanting to lose her as soon as I got her back. He laughed and took out his wand. He let her go, and she ran to me, wand ready. We sent spells towards him, but to no avail. He blocked every one.

I looked at Hermione and she looked like she was talking to someone. Confused, I moved closer to hear better. "Harry," I heard her whisper. She was bringing in reinforcements. I knew I should have been mad, but I felt relieved. Pothead would save the day for sure.

Suddenly, I heard a cackle. I looked up at Voldemort in surprise. He was changing into something. It was a huge beast. I growled. He was the person Hermione's dad was talking about. No one knew Voldemort was an animagus. I was boiling over with anger. I shot a couple spells but he dodged them.

"Malfoy, stop!" I heard someone yell. I turned around to see Potter running towards me. A small smile crossed my lips. He ran up to me and shot a spell at Voldemort. He screamed and held his eyes, wailing and carrying on like he was dying.

"I just blinded him. Now here's the plan. We will try to convince him that he is winning, then, at the signal, we will all Avada Kadavra him. (Did I spell that right? I'm too lazy to look it up.) Understand?" I nodded and he turned to face Voldemort who was now able to see.

"So, we meet again, Harry Potter."

"This should be the last time." Harry snarled.

"Aw, I had rather liked these little get together."

"I didn't."

"I'm hurt."

"Good."

"Such courage, young Potter. Such a mouth could get you in such serious trouble."

"Which is exactly what you are going to be in."

"I think, that is where you are wrong."

"I don't think so. Right now, we have the Order on its way. We are stronger than ever. Where are your precious Death Eaters? I don't see them anywhere."

"Yes, well, if they were her, they would kill you as soon as they got the chance. I want to be able to do that myself."

"Not today, you won't."

"Watch me." Voldemort tipped his wand in Harry's direction. He muttered something, but the spell was interrupted by a rustle in the trees. He looked over at the trees, but then looked back Harry. Harry put his hand behind his back and wiggled his fingers. That was the signal. I pointed my wand and watched his fingers. At three, I shouted the curse. I heard Hermione fall down, but I thought nothing of it. Voldemort blocked the curse, so I saw Harry's fingers start to count again, but then we heard something in the distance. It was funny though, 'cause it sounded like Avada Kadavra. Then, Voldemort was dead.

Callia

I cannot believe I just killed him. I have no idea what came over me. I saw the three people try to kill Voldemort, the sworn enemy of the entire world, and fail. I saw the girl fall down, and I grew mad. He had blocked the curse, so I took the chance. I pointed my wand, shouted the killing curse, and suddenly, he was dead. I ran out of the bushes to see two boys looking at me in wonder and amazement. I ran over to the girl, for I was a healer, and felt for a pulse. She was still alive, thank God. I conjured up some water, and tried to pour it down her throat.

The teenager with blonde hair walked up to me. He offered to take the girl and I obliged. I saw him brush her hair away from her face, and I could tell he loved her, just from that simple gesture.

She finally awoke and drank the water. When she was done, the boy pulled her into kiss.

"I am so glad you're okay. I was so worried."

"Who are you?" she asked. Uh-oh, I though to myself.

"It's Draco, Hermione. I love you, I love you so much." He tried to kiss her, but she moved away from him. He looked at her curiously.

'Get away from me!" she screamed when he tried to come near again. She got up and ran, the other boy following her. I looked over at the blonde boy and saw tears in his eyes.

"I just got her back, and now I lost her again." I patted his shoulder, not knowing what else to do. He got up, and apparated, tears running down his cheeks.

I know, I know, sad ending. But I decided to make it longer. If I hadn't done this part, this would have been the last chapter. Well, the second to last chapter, but that's beside the point. And to Callia, congrats! You saved the wizarding world. I'm sorry if that's not how you are, but I decided it would be better if she were tomboyish so she wouldn't run away in terror. Thanx for competing in the contest. It was a superhumungo help. I will try to have another chapter out soon.

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