Homes: Voldemort wins

Debate: Voldemort wins

Lyric Alley: We are warriors

Sophie's Shelf: SybillLavender

Em's Emporium, Abby: Write about a survivor

Film Festival: sabotage

Auction: femslash

Word Count: 505


"It hurts," Lavender whimpers.

She's vaguely aware that the chaos has only worsened. There had been a brief stretch of calm, but that is over. There is screaming, and people are running all around her. Several people scream that Harry Potter is dead, and Lavender feels any last shred of hope die.

No one stops to check on her. Why should they? If what they say is true, then Voldemort is victorious, and it is every man for himself now.

"Come, dear."

Gentle hands touch her, but the shock of pain blurs her vision. She doesn't scream for long. The world fades to black.

"I'm not much of a Healer." Sybill stands over, frowning. "Luckily it wasn't a full moon. Otherwise, things would be much more grim."

Lavender opens her mouth to ask, but she remembers. Greyback, the war, pain, blood, and…

"Harry is dead?" she whispers.

Sybill sits next to her, resting her hand gently on Lavender's thigh. "I'm afraid so." She sniffles, wiping her eyes with her free hand. "'All the times I've been wrong… I had hoped it was a mistake again."

Lavender sinks back, tears falling freely.

She wishes Greyback had killed her.

There are rebel camps set up, Sybill tells her. The fight isn't over.

Lavender smiles, but she can't share the other witch's hope.

She screams in the middle of the night, bolting upright and covered in a cold sweat. Sybill is by her side immediately, soothing her, making promises she cannot keep.

Lavender wraps her arms around the other woman, pressing her lips to Sybill's.

"I'm your teacher…"

"I'm seventeen, and the world has gone to hell," Lavender says, laughing bitterly. "I think I'm allowed a little comfort."

Sybill is silent for a few moments. Her fingers ghost slowly down Lavender's arms. "Fair point," she decides, before kissing Lavender.

Their little moments at night are all Lavender has to care about anymore. Slowly, she feels like herself again.

"I want to find one of the camps," Lavender says as she and Sybill trek through the woods, hand in hand.

Her lover smiles. "Why the change of heart?"

Lavender pauses, taking a deep breath. It's been so long since she's allowed herself to stop and enjoy the little moments that life has to offer. Being on the run, it's always about panic and fear, and she wants so much more than that. She doesn't know how to get her old life back, or if it will do any good at all.

But she has to try; she has to fight.

"You're a Seer. You could use that to sabotage the enemy," Lavender answers. "And me… I have survived so much already. I'm ready to fight."

Sybill leans in, pressing a quick kiss to Lavender's nose. "I knew you would come around."

"Did you See it in a dream?"

Her lover smiles, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into a warm embrace. "No, my love," she says. "I saw it in your heart."