They weren't kidding, either. Hogwarts really was under attack, and not just from Voldemort and Avery, or their maniacal Death Eater army.

A menagerie of creatures had also joined the fray - Giants, Arcomantulas, Goblins, and House Elves littered the Hall as they walked the once familiar corridors. No longer were they the happy places they had once been, frolicked by students coming and going from lessons, occupied by friends during break and on weekends.

Teddie stopped and knelt beside a body at the top of the staircase, she rolled it over and felt her stomach drop as the bloody face of a young teenager stared back at her. His eyes were wide open, but they stared without seeing.

He was no older than fourteen or fifteen, same age as Mason, if she had to guess. Her stomach twisted with rage. Children were dying. Young, innocent children were being killed for the sake of it, and Avery and Voldemort still believed their crusade was worth it.

If it hadn't have been clearer before it definitely was now, they had to be stopped by any means necessary.

"STUPEFY!"

Teddie ducked as a jet of red shot overhead. She turned, raising her wand in the direction of the caster, and twisted her wrist. A jet of silver hit the Death Eater square in the chest, and he was thrown backward into the crowd.

"Split up!" Mo called over the noise.

"Wait!" Teddie called, but Mo had already dived into the crowd. She sighed and turned to her friends. "Be careful! Try and find the others if you can."

Marcus nodded and took off in the same direction as his father.

Theo and Mason shared a look.

"We're staying with you," said Mason.

Teddie nodded. She should've guessed they would. Right now, she couldn't worry about where most of her friends were or if they were alright. She had one job to do at this very second and that was to find Harry.

"Come on," said Teddie, taking off into the fray. She waved her wand around her, firing off countless spells, charms, and enchantments at the black-robed bodies wearing skull masks. They each dropped like flies, and whomever they were fighting turned to see who had helped.

Several times, Teddie heard the words "it's Green! She's come to help!" but she didn't stop to acknowledge the whispers. She had to find Harry now.

"Teddie!" Theo called, his voice sounding distant. Teddie paused and looked back, she, Theo, and Mason had become separated by the ever-growing fighters. They were fending them off admirably but before long they would become overrun.

Mason ducked and dived through the outstretched arms of a Death Eater. He twisted, pointed his wand, and uttered a spell that Teddie didn't recognise. A jet of purple hit the Death Eater in the face, and he stumbled away, howling into his mask as his hands tried to tug it free.

Teddie raised an eyebrow as Mason turned to her.

"Something I read over the last year," said Mason. "Where's Theo?"

Teddie pointed to where Theo had just stood. He was no longer there, only a mass of black robed adults and pyjama clad students.

"Go," said Mason. "Find Harry. I'll find Theo."

"What? No! I'm not leaving you."

Mason pushed Teddie aside, knocking her out of the way of a Stunner. He blocked it and fired back a spell of his own. "We don't have time to argue," he said. "Go. You and Harry have to finish this. We'll find each other again."

Teddie hesitated. She wasn't all that hp to the plan, but she also knew that Mason had a point. She needed to find Harry, she needed to know what he had learnt during the last year and how much progress he had made on finding and destroying the Horcruxes.

"Mason…" Teddie said, reaching for her brother.

"I know," said Mason, nodding. "I will. Same goes for you, too."

Teddie took a deep breath, nodded, and threw herself back into the upcoming fray. She had to trust that her brother would find Theo and they both would be okay. This is what Faye had meant when she said that feelings clouded judgement, and by bringing Mason along, she was putting herself in danger as she was trying to protect him when she should've been focusing on stopping Avery.

Dashing around a corner, Teddie pressed herself against the wall and listened to the fighting all around her. Her heart was racing a mile a minute and she could feel her body shaking. She closed her eyes, drowning out the sound and taking a deep breath.

She counted the seconds it took to lower her heart rate. One, two, three, four, five… when she reached ten, she reopened her eyes and looked around. The fighting was still happening - it was a war, so obviously - but it sounded in the distance. She slid across the wall, ignoring the surrounding noise and darkness, and allowed herself to remember the passageways that she had learned in the past six years.

They had come through the Room of Requirements, as the DA Coin had suggested, which meant she'd come down three flights of stairs before hitting the fighting. Below her was the Charms classroom, above her the Defence. If she kept going straight she'd hit the Transfiguration hallway.

The wall disappeared and Teddie stepped out into the open. The hallway was empty but the courtyard beyond was full of fighting. No one paid her any attention as she rushed forward, ducking around the corner and dashing up the stairs. She stopped at the top, a body colliding with her and nearly knocking her backwards.

"Whoa!" Teddie squeaked, grabbing onto the arms of the other person. She hoped they were friendly.

"Teddie!"

Panting, Harry held Teddie more tightly, his fingers squeezing around her shoulders. He then pulled her forward, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her.

Teddie squeaked, struggled away until she was comfortable, and then hugged him firmly. When they separated they stared at one another for the longest time.

"What happened to you?"

"Where've you been?!"

Silence descended and then the pair laughed. They stepped away, putting a little distance between the other and took similar deep breaths.

"I didn't think you'd make it," said Harry.

"Mason and Theo got the call," said Teddie. "I was otherwise preoccupied." She shook her head. "Where are you running off, too?"

"I'm looking for the Grey Lady. She may know where the Diadem of Ravenclaw is."

Teddie cocked her head. "You think the Diadem is a Horcrux?" she asked.

Harry nodded.

"Well, it would make sense," said Teddie. The pattern fit with what they knew about the Horcruxes, so far. Riddle had created a Horcrux out of his old diary, Slytherin's ring and locket, Hufflepuff's cup, and now the Diadem.

"The only one he didn't use was Gryffindor's sword," said Harry. "It's also, apparently, the only thing that can destroy a Horcrux."

"Not the only thing," said Teddie. "I destroyed the Diary, remember?"

Harry nodded. "That's what I told Ron and Hermione when we discussed it. They're safe, by the way."

"Oh, good," said Teddie. She didn't care much about Ron, given all the Hell he had given her since first year, but he was Harry's best friend, and she knew he cared. Hermione, on the other hand, was a good friend and she would've been devastated if anything untoward had happened.

Harry skirted around Teddie. "Mason and your friends? Are they -?" he started.

"They're okay. At least, they were until we came here," said Teddie. "We got separated. Mason's looking for Theo and I've come to look for you."

"Well, you found me," said Harry. "Care to join me in searching for the Grey Lady?"

Teddie stopped Harry from walking away. "We don't have to search for her. I know someone who can help."

"You do?"

Teddie nodded and, taking Harry by the hand, led him through the corridors. Occasionally they met Death Eaters and other fighters, but when sticking to the secret passageways they reached the Dungeons without much hassle.

"Why are we -?" Harry started.

Teddie pressed a finger to her mouth. She then stepped around the corner into an open, empty hallway. Only, it wasn't entirely empty. A large, fat, pearly white ghost floated on the ceiling. His chains jangling as he bounced up and down.

"Baron!" Teddie called, her voice echoing.

The Baron gave a start and looked down. "Green aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" he asked. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be fighting or hiding?"

"I don't hide," said Teddie. "You know that."

"I always thought you'd been sorted into the wrong house," the Baron said. "Always were a courageous troublemaker."

Teddie rolled her eyes. "I didn't come here for a debriefing on my troublemaking skills. I came for information."

"What information do I have that you could possible want?"

"The Grey Lady," said Teddie.

The Baron stiffened. His eyes narrowed as he swooped down, levelling himself out in front of Teddie. "What do you want with her?" he asked.

"I know you loved her when you were alive," said Teddie. "I also know that you killed her because she didn't love you back."

Harry sucked in a breath. The baron paid him no attention.

"Yeah, so?" the Baron asked. "I regret the decision to harm her, but what's done is done. There is nothing you or anyone can do to change my actions."

"I know," said Teddie.

"Then why do you want her?"

"We need to talk to her," said Teddie, motioning to Harry. "She had information on something valuable. Do you know where she haunts?"

The Baron eyed the two students carefully. "I may know, yes," he said.

"Then tell us."

"Why?" the Baron asked. "What's it in for me?"

Teddie glared at her house ghost. "You'll help us turn the tide against Voldemort," she said. The battle was escalating, the Dark Lord knew they were at Hogwarts; so what was the point in not saying his name?

"I won't raise my wand against a fellow Slytherin," said the Baron. "You know the rules."

"Professor Snape's rules don't apply to terrorists!"

The Baron gave a hearty laugh. "You think Severus Snape came up with the rules of protecting our house?" he asked. "Stupid girl. The great Salazar Slytherin was the first to create those rules. He knew that all Slytherins would be outsiders to their own peers, he wanted them to find friends within their own ranks."

"Yeah, because that worked out so well," said Teddie. "We were more ostracised by sticking with our own than we ever were reaching outside the house. Voldemort is no longer a student; he doesn't fall under our rules."

The Baron opened his mouth to argue but Harry stepped forward. "Can you helps us or not?" he demanded.

The Baron looked angry.

Teddie held a handout toward Harry, silently telling him to mind his anger. The Bloody Baron wasn't someone you wanted to cross, even the Slytherins knew better than to piss him off.

"Look, we don't care about your feelings for protecting Slytherins," Harry continued. "We're interested in protecting everyone. If you want to keep ostracising yourself, then do so, but there are Slytherins fighting in this war that would like to be protected."

Teddie nodded as the Baron met her gaze.

He sighed. "Fine. You can fine Helena in the Charms courtyard," he said. "She usually haunts there."

"Thank you," said Teddie. She grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him away.

~X~

The door crashed open, colliding with the stone wall behind. It remained there and Teddie chanced a glance around it. A body was wedged between the door and the wall, it's leg catching the corner and propping it open.

"Is he?" Harry asked.

"Dead?" Teddie asked. She shook her head as she reached down, feeling for a pulse. "He's unconscious though. What is he doing here?"

"He was looking for me."

Both Harry and Teddie turned to see the Grey Lady hovering near a window. He translucent skin glittering in the night sky. She was beautiful, and Teddie could see why the Baron would find her attractive. She had waist-length hair and a floor-length cloak.

"You're the Grey Lady," said Harry.

The Ghost nodded but didn't speak.

"The Ghost of Ravenclaw Tower?"

"That is correct."

Her tone was not encouraging.

Laying a hand on Harry's arm, Teddie stepped forward. "Why was the Death Eater searching for you?" she asked.

"He said his Master wishes to see me," said Helena. "The last time I saw him, he used me." She turned; her cold gaze boring deep into Teddie's eyes. "You have the same eyes as him. Have you come to take me, too?"

Teddie shook her head. "No. I just want to ask you something," she said. "Something about your mother's Diadem."

Helena's face contorted with anger. "I am afraid you'll be rather disappointed," she said. "I cannot help you."

"Wait!" Harry cried, stepping forward as she glided halfway through the wall. "Please, don't leave. This is urgent. If that Diadem is at Hogwarts, we've got to find it fast."

"You are hardly the first student to covet the diadem."

"We don't want to use it," said Teddie. "We could care less about what wisdom or knowledge it could provide us with. We just want to destroy it."

Helena cocked her head, still staring at Teddie. "Curious," she said. "Your father coveted the Diadem to use it, and you want to destroy it?"

"I told you, I'm not like him."

"Will you help us?" Harry asked. "Can you tell us where the Diadem is?"

Helena was silent for a moment. "While the diadem bestows wisdom, I doubt that it would greatly increase your chances of defeating the Dark Lord," she said.

"It will if we destroy it," said Teddie. "Voldemort hid something inside the diadem. The only way it will help us is if we destroy it. The longer you take to tell us where it is hidden, the longer it helps him, and you don't want that."

Helena sighed.

"Unless," said Harry, looking hopeless. "Unless you don't know where it is?"

"I stole the diadem from my mother. I sought to make myself clever, more important than her. I ran away with it," Helena explained. "My mother, they say, never admitted that the diadem was gone, but pretended that she still had it. She concealed my loss, my dreadful betrayal, even from the other founders."

"That couldn't have been easy."

Helena shook her head. "My mother fell ill not long after," she continued. "Despite what I had done, she wanted to see me one last time and sent the Bloody Baron to find me."

"He killed you, didn't he?" asked Teddie.

Helena nodded. "Then killed himself," she said.

"And the diadem?" Harry asked. Teddie could tell that he was trying to sound supportive. While neither of them cared all that much for Helena's story, especially since it provided nothing in terms of the diadem, especially not where it was hidden, they also didn't want to piss her off to the point where she refused to talk anymore.

"It remained where I had hidden it when I heard the Baron blundering through the forest after me," Helena answered. "Concealed in a hollow tree."

Teddie and Harry shared a look.

"Was that hollow tree on school grounds?" Teddie asked,

Helena shook her head. "It was in a forest in Albania," she answered.

Teddie's heart sank.

"Wait, Albania?" Harry repeated. "You've told this story to Tom Riddle, haven't you?"

Teddie turned to Harry. Helena had already confirmed that Riddle had come to her about the diadem before, but what did that have to do with Albania.

"Back before Voldemort was possessing people he was hiding in Albania," said Harry, quickly. "It is where he found Nagini, and later Quirrell."

Teddie felt a pang of surprise. Quirrell had mentioned being in Albania during their first year. It was where he had acquired the turban he always wore - he had said he had it to ward off a vampire that was hunting him, but everyone now knew that it was to conceal Voldemort's face that was growing out of the back of his head.

"But he wouldn't have left it in the tree," said Harry. "Not when his soul returned to Hogwarts. Maybe if it was just a stupid tiara, maybe, but not a conduit for his soul. Where would he have hidden it?"

"Malfoy Manor?" Teddie suggested.

Harry shook his head. "We were there around Easter," he said, quickly. "We didn't have time to search the place, but I can't see him trusting his Death Eaters with something valuable. Especially not after what happened to Hufflepuff's cup."

Teddie raised an eyebrow.

Harry waved her off. It was a long story, and they didn't have the time for it. "Where else…?" he muttered, eyes furrowed. He tapped his finger to his nose, muttering to himself.

Teddie looked back at Helena. "How old was Riddle when he came to you about the Diadem?" she asked.

"Seventeen," Helena replied. "Not far off graduating, I suspect."

"Seventeen. So before he worked at Borgin and Burkes," said Teddie. "And he was in Albania after 1981, only resurfacing ten years later. He wouldn't have trusted Quirrell with something as important as his soul, so he had to have hidden it prior to his defeat."

Harry gasped. "It's here!" he said.

Teddie turned quickly to him. "Where?" she asked.

"It's in the school!"

"What? How do you know?"

"Think about it," said Harry. "He would've gone looking for it right after getting out of Hogwarts before he started in Borgin and Burkes. He left there once he found the diadem, and he was already in possession of the ring and locket. What did he do after Borgin and Burkes? He didn't just lay low."

Teddie racked her brains. "He started building his army," she said. "The Death Eaters. But he wouldn't have trusted them to watch it. Voldemort doesn't trust anyone."

"But he did seek a job here at Hogwarts."

"Defence Against the Dark Arts," Teddie murmured. Her mind flashing back to Dumbledore's lessons. She remembered the one over Christmas, the one where Voldemort had come seeking Dumbledore's approval of teaching. The one where she and concluded, if he had got the job, he would be given access to search the school.

Harry nodded as Teddie's eyes widened.

"He wasn't trying to find something during that interview," said Teddie. "He wanted to hide something!"

"But where?"

Teddie shrugged, a smirk appearing on her lips. "Well, what do we know about Hogwarts?" she asked. "Where do things go when they are lost? Like, your Potions book?"

"The Room of Requirements!"

Teddie nodded. It was worth a shot.

"Let's go!" said Harry, seizing her hand and pulling her backwards, toward the door.

Teddie turned and met Helena's gaze. "Thank you!" she shouted, just as she was pulled out of sight.

~X~

"Potter!"

Teddie skidded to a halt; body half-turned toward the older man that stood at the edge of the corridor. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked up into his familiar, yet not so familiar face. "You're -" she started.

"Aberforth," the man answered. "Aberforth Dumbledore. You're the infamous Teddie Green."

"At least you had the common sense to use my real name," said Teddie.

Aberforth turned to Harry. "I've had hundreds of kids thundering through my pub, Potter!" he snarled.

"I know, they're evacuating," said Harry. "Voldemort's -"

"- attacking because they haven't handed you over, yeah," said Aberforth, nodding. "The whole of Hogsmeade heard him. Although, I surprised you didn't considering keeping a bunch of Slytherin's hostage during this ordeal. They're the kids of Death Eaters, you know!"

Teddie's hands tightened into fists. "You think they'd care?" she asked, her voice harsh. "Besides, not all Slytherins were the kids of Death Eaters, and just because they are doesn't mean they'll grow up to be just like their parents."

"Your brother also wouldn't have done something like that," said Harry. "Dumbledore cared for his students, including the Slytherins."

"Professor Dumbledore planned his own death, asked a dear friend to kill him, to save the life of an innocent boy," said Teddie. "Draco Malfoy, as much as he and I did not get on, didn't deserve the hell Voldemort put him through."

Harry looked stunned at Teddie. How did she know this?

Aberforth grunted and took off, disappearing at the end of the hall.

"What did you mean just then?" Harry asked.

"It doesn't matter," said Teddie, shaking her head. "We have to find the diadem. Put an end to all this madness."

Before Harry could stop her, Teddie took off. She disappeared around the corner, her voice reaching back to him as she collided with someone on the other side.

"Teddie, are you al - where the hell have you two been?" Harry asked, noticing that Teddie had collided with Ron and Hermione.

They were both out of puff, each of them carrying and arm full of, what appeared to be, fangs.

"Chamber of Secrets," Ron answered, breathlessly.

"Why?" Teddie asked.

Hermione smiled, dropped her fangs, and pulled the other girl in to a hug. "You're alive!" she exclaimed. "Are you okay?"

Teddie nodded and hugged her back. "Why have you been in the Chamber?" she repeated.

Before Hermione could launch into her explanation, there was an explosion from overhead. All four of them looked up as dust fell from the ceiling and they heard a distant scream.

"That doesn't sound good," Teddie muttered.

"Did you find it?" Ron asked Harry.

Harry shook his head. "No, but I know where it is," he said. "Come on!" he took off, leading the charge up the Room of Requirements.

The room was empty except for three women.

"Ah, Potter," said an elderly witch wearing a moth-eaten hat. Teddie recognised the clothing immediately, and knew this woman had to be Neville's grandmother.

"Is everyone okay?" Ginny asked. "We heard an explosion and a scream. We thought -"

"It came from upstairs," said Teddie. "We don't know who it was."

"So, it could have been one of ours?" Ginny asked, terrified.

Teddie nodded. She, too, was scared of who had screamed. Her brother and best friends were lost in the melee, fighting for their lives and the lives of their friends and family, but she couldn't worry about them right now.

"Are there people still in the passage?" Harry asked.

"I was the last to come through," said Mrs. Longbottom. "I sealed it. Only seemed fitting now that Aberforth has left the pub."

Teddie nodded.

"Where is my grandson?"

"He's fighting," Harry answered.

"Naturally. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to assist him."

Teddie watched as she trotted off. Her speed was unmatched for someone her age.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked.

Teddie turned to see he was speaking with the woman she didn't recognise. She had unnaturally pink hair.

"I couldn't stand not knowing," the woman said.

"But what about Teddy?"

Teddie perked up. "Who's Teddy?" she asked

"My son," the woman answered. "He was named after my father - Ted. You're Teddie Green, aren't you?"

Teddie nodded.

"Tonks," the woman answered. "Remus has told me all about you. I know my son was named after my father, but I think it's fitting that he take after you, too. Remus agrees, by the way."

Teddie's eyes widened. This woman, someone who had never met her before, wanted to her to be her son's namesake along with his grandfather?

"Uh, I don't know what to say," said Teddie, awkwardly.

"You don't have to say anything," said Tonks. "I'm just glad I got to meet you, Teddie." She turned to Harry. "Where is Remus?"

Harry shook his head. "Last I heard he was leading a charge of fighters into the grounds," he said.

Tonks nodded and left without a word.

Teddie blinked as she watched her go. She then turned to Hermione. "Did that just happen?" she asked.

Hermione smiled.

"Ginny, we need you to leave, too," said Harry. "You can come straight back once we've finished."

Ginny looked pleasantly happy to leave. Teddie could only assume that her mother had forbidden her to join the fighting, and possibly told her to stay put. Once she had the go-ahead to leave from Harry, Ginny took off down the corridor.

"Ginny!" Harry bellowed after her.

"I got her," said Teddie. "You guys focus on finding the Diadem."

"What if we need you?"

Teddie shook her head. "Hermione seems to have a plan," she said, nodding at the Basilisk fangs. "Besides, you haven't needed me all year. You got this!"

"Be careful!" Harry called as Teddie took off.

~X~

Jets of light flew in every direction. She had managed to find Harry, the Grey Lady, and find the missing piece to the Horcrux puzzle; but now her job was to stop the Death Eaters while finding Mason and the others. They had already run off, and she had been gone a lot longer than planned.

She hoped they were okay.

"Miss Green!"

Teddie turned, brow furrowed she spotted the Minister, Pius Thicknesse standing a few feet behind her. The look in his eyes were the same as they had been at the start of the year, clouded and distant.

Thicknesse raised his wand, the tip pointed directly at her. He opened his mouth, words forming on his lips - he then seized up, hands clawing at his chest as a look of awful discomfort crossed his face.

Teddie frowned and, turning her head, spotted a familiar face standing behind her. She sighed in relief and run into their arms. "Derrick!" she exclaimed.

"Where've you been?" Derrick asked over the noise. "The others said they left you on the seventh floor and haven't seen you since."

"I was with Harry." Teddie pointed her wand over Derrick's shoulder, muttered a spell and watched as it hit a robed figure fighting nearby.

The man pirouetted and landed with a crash on the floor, Draco Malfoy landing on top of him. Malfoy looked confused. He lifted his gaze and met hers, the sneer faded, and he merely picked himself up and disappeared down a side corridor.

"Ferret," Derrick muttered.

Teddie smiled. "Where are the others?" she asked.

Derrick seized her hand and pulled her in the direction he had just come. The pair swivelled their heads from side to side, firing off spells, curses, and charms at unexpected Death Eaters as they rushed past.

"Who's here?" Teddie asked. "When did you get here? Are the others -?"

"GREEN!"

One minute she was on her feet, the next she was airborne.

The air clouded with dust and debris and Teddie closed her eyes, waiting for impact when she hit the ground. She felt arms wrap around her and someone pull her to their chest, one hand wrapped tightly around her waist and the other pressing her head into their body.

They landed. Her fall cushioned by the person holding her. Teddie lay still for a few minutes, the sounds around her were muffled - she could barely hear what was being said. People were shouting at one another, distant screams, jets of colour and bangs exploded behind her closed eyes.

Then the arms around her slackened and she rolled away from the person. Her eyes opened and her breath caught in her throat.

Derrick lay on his side, eyes staring but not seeing. Blood covered one half of his face and there was a gash in his side that was bleeding profusely.

"Derrick?" Teddie whispered, pulling herself across the ground. She shook him, but he didn't move. She said his name again, but he didn't respond. "No! Derrick, please…"

Hands caught her shoulders, pulling her back. She could hear her name but didn't recognise the voice. She struggled against them, desperate to get back to Derrick. He couldn't be gone.

He'd just saved her, and she had to thank him for it, had to repay him.

"Teddie, come on!"

"We have to go!"

"We can't stay here!"

"Teddie!"

Teddie shook her head, still pulling against the hands that held her shoulders. "No," she whispered. "He's… we can't…"

"He's gone."

"NO!"

The air exploded. Teddie felt the hands on her shoulders disappear, felt the bodies pinned against her shield as it exploded from her very body. It hit the walls and rebounded, causing fresh debris to settle in the air…. But that wasn't all.

The shield hit the walls, shattered the windows, and brought rocks down on top of everyone - Hogwartians and Death Eaters alike. People screamed and scattered, narrowly missing being hit, while others weren't so lucky.

The world had resolved into pain. Good, if she was in pain then everyone else deserved to be, too. Her friend was dead, her friend had been killed and those responsible were going to pay for it.

Yes…make them pay. Let me help…

Cold air filled the corridor, wrapping itself around her and enveloping her, shielding her from anything. The pain dimmed but didn't disappear. She could still feel it, but it was a lot number than initially felt. Her hands burned and when she looked down, she could see faint lines of magic running underneath the surface of her skin.

Her palms glowed and she felt the heat well inside of her.

Payback.

Teddie stood, head fuzzy and body alight with magic. She turned and surveyed the scene behind her. There was a giant gaping hole in the side of the castle and people were half-buried under the debris. Harry Potter lay nearby; she met his gaze and the fear that reflected back at her made her smile.

"Ted -?"

"Not anymore," said Faye, a sinister smile on her face.

Harry swallowed, struggling to release himself from the rock as Teddie - or the body of her, at least - turned and walked away. She stepped over a body in her way, nudging it with her toe and watching as the ashen face of Fred Weasley flopped into view.

"Pity," Faye said without a care. She then strode away, leaving the dead, dying, and injured behind.