Author's Note: Hello to all that are left! Hope you all are doing well and still keeping up with this story since we we are so near the end! Anyways, I've decided to write in an extra epilogue (that will be posted later this week) to properly end this story, yay! And that is my reason for taking so long to post...had to get this chapter just right so it fit in with the epilogue. Just a warning, some things have been tweaked a bit (deaths, scenarios, character placements, etc.) and I hope it doesn't deter from how the story was produced originally. Also, I apologize for not adding in so much Emma awesomeness, but hopefully you'll understand better by the next update. Alrighty, here we go and enjoy! And as always, don't forget to review/fave/follow...all that jazz! =)

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Chapter 15

3rd Person POV

All Hell had broken loose, again. Emma had just lost Harry. Hermione. Ron. Luna. Ginny. Neville. They were all separated…they were all fighting. This was really happening. No more pretending. Emma ran down corridors, heading to the Great Hall, and stopped all in her path. Deatheaters swarmed her on sight and took them out. Her power was at full strength and she spared none.

"Get her!"

"She's the Pendragon!"

"Voldemort wants to take her alive!"

Emma laughed as a group of ten circled around her. A few students looked on, ready to jump in, but she shooed them away. "Puny excuses for magic," she said in a voice that was not her own, "you dare think you can take me on!" She screamed.

Each Deatheater drew their wands and in a flash, she made them disappear. Reappearing above her and with a flick of a wrist, she snapped them all apart. The ones that bore no mask looked at her in fear and anger.

"Now the fight is somewhat fair," she laughed. They each turned to run, but she had already placed a barrier around them. "Oh no no no," she shook her finger, "you wanted to take me remember? Now I get to take you!" She said in a sinister tone as she electrocuted each Deatheater, laughing all the way. Once finished, she removed the barrier, and moved forward.

Up ahead, Emma could briefly make out the forms of a few of the Weasley clan: Fred, George, and shockingly, Percy, the banished Weasley. Rushing ahead, she tried to force her way into the battle. She kept getting blocked and exerted extra power to shove them away. She was losing energy and fast. The lightening bolts she recently unleashed were taking a toll and she kicked herself for unloading so much power so early on in the battle.

Using a blast of wind, Emma managed to shove five Deatheaters out a nearby window. Taking a breath, she turned just as both Fred and George had their wands knocked away. Percy was crouched some feet from them as he looked to his brothers in horror. She couldn't breathe and was just rooted in place, struggling to reclaim the energy she just lost moments ago.

A man with crab like features and long dark hair looked down at the twins with a look of distaste as he smirked deeply. "I worked with your father at the ministry. Idiot of a man, very porky, very poor," he began, making the boys wince but still bore furious expressions, "it'll be good to know that I relieved him of such burdens!" He yelled, raising his wand, and directing it at the twins.

Before Emma had the chance to react, a loud guttural erupted from the left. Percy had moved directly in line of the spell, taking the shot. The red blast hit Percy square in the chest and knocked him into the corridor, causing the wall to crumble on top of him. Emma screamed as she sent a fireball in the man's direction. The fire spread in seconds, melting his skin as he flayed around, and ran down the halls eventually turning to dust.

Emma fell down in a heap, not moving an inch as she watched both Fred and George cry over their dead sibling. Fred pulled himself up, wiping a few droplets, and eventually moved to grab their wands while George remained on the floor. Tears began to well up in her eyes at the sight, unsure of how to proceed; it wouldn't be long till more Deatheaters came their way.

"I'm so sorry…" she cried. "I could've…oh god, I'm so sorry," she sniffed.

Fred ignored her and instead handed a wand to George, who looked confused, "On your feet, this battle isn't over," he said darkly. George wiped his face and nodded, standing to take his wand. "Take his body to the Great Hall will you? We'll meet up with you soon," he stated over his shoulder as they took off down the opposite corridor. Emma stood and cast a protective barrier around Percy as she floated him away towards the direction of the Great Hall.

"I know that you all continue to fight. Your efforts are futile. You cannot continue to fight me. I do not want to kill you, truly I don't. I have great respect for the teachers of Hogwarts. I do not want to spill any more magical blood. I've called my army away into the forest so you may gather your dead and contemplate my words.

Give me Harry Potter, and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave the school untouched. Give me Harry Potter, and you will be rewarded.

Also, to Emma Pendragon; I ask you not to interfere with this plan. It will only mean more blood on your already crimson soaked hands. I will also spare your power, your life, and the lives of your future offspring if you stand aside. You all have until midnight or else I shall join the battle, unleash utter destruction to Hogwarts, and kill every last man, woman, and child that stand in my way."

Emma shuttered at the deep hiss that was Voldemort as it echoed around the Great Hall. True to their word, Fred and George made it back with the rest of the Weasley family. They circled Percy's lifeless form and took turns crying over his still body, Molly taking the longest with him. Ron was the last to arrive, hand in hand with Hermione. She ran into Emma's arms while Ron fell to his knees before Percy.

"No…no no no no…" he moaned. "We just became a family again Perc', how could you…" Ron cried as he hugged his mother.

"He was protecting us," George stated as he stood with Fred, who was still seething. Ron only nodded, sniffling every now and again.

"I couldn't get to them…" Emma whispered next to Hermione.

"This is not the time to be blaming yourself," Hermione snapped. "We have to get to Harry."

"Harry?" Emma questioned, looking around just noticing he wasn't present. "Where is he? Weren't ya'll together?"

"No, we got separated right after-" she paused, unable to face Emma.

"After?" Emma prompted.

"After Voldemort killed Snape," she said softly. Emma felt like the wind was knocked out of her. On one hand, Snape was responsible for Albus' death and on the other, he saved then orchestrated her rescue.

"He killed Snape? But why?" Emma questioned. Hermione opened her mouth and shook her head a few times, feeling just as confused as Emma.

"I'm not entirely sure. It has to do with the Elder Wand not working correctly for Voldemort…uh, I don't know. As Snape was dying, Harry was able to get a memory from him, so he ran to Dumb-er, McGonagall's office while Ron and I went to the chamber to destroy a horcrux," she huffed.

"Wait, how long ago was this?" Emma asked, feeling anxious.

"I don't know Emma! Maybe a half hour ago or so? Why would you…" Hermione trailed off as the cogs began to turn, realizing then feeling the same turmoil that Emma was currently fighting with. "Oh God Emma, you don't think-"

"He'd turn himself over to Voldemort?" Emma finished while looking at the dead gathered around them, "I think it's very likely."

Hermione groaned as she and Emma ran out of the Great Hall towards the direction of Albus' former office. They ignored the shouts meant to call them back, they bypassed the dead and various debris that decorated the once beautiful castle as they ran hoping against hope that Harry was still there.

However, instead of finding Harry, they found Draco Malfoy standing in the center of the corridor. Ash was dusted around the robes he wore and he was hunched over, dry heaving. Hearing their rushed steps, Draco quickly moved into a defense stance before them, wand out. Hermione did the same and before she could hex him, Emma rushed forward to embrace him.

"You made it!" Emma cried, hugging him close. Draco's arms hung loosely around her as he awkwardly patted her back.

"What in the bloody hell Emma?!" Hermione squeaked from behind her. Emma released Draco and pivoted her body so that it was blocking Draco from Hermione.

"Hermione, I know this may be hard to understand, but he saved my life and the lives of my unborn children…I owe him for that and if that means going up against you, then so be it," Emma rushed out. Hermione's eyebrows knitted together as she looked between Draco and Emma, wand still at the ready.

"He's done so much to us Emma…" Hermione whined. "How can you trust him?"

"Because Albus did when nobody else would; and even in death, his judgment is still the strongest to live by." Emma replied firmly.

Against her better discernment, Hermione lowered her arm, and Emma could feel Draco relax behind her. "Fine, but if does anything remotely nefarious-"

"I'll take care of him myself," she finished for her, then turned to face Draco. "So what exactly are you doing here?"

"He tried to follow us into the Room of Requirement earlier and his idiot friend tried to burn us alive so I apologize for not being as kind," Hermione interrupted.

"His name was Vincent Crabbe!" Draco yelled.

"And he tried to kill us!" Hermione yelled back.

"Not the time!" Emma yelled between them. "Please, not now…" Emma choked out. "I'll ask again, why are you up here as opposed to where everyone else is?"

Draco snorted, "And risk another Deatheater trying to hex me? Or have to stun one of the few you have left on your side? Very unwise."

"What do you mean by that?" Hermione demanded.

"Believe it or not Granger, I'm on your side." Draco replied smugly.

"And why the change of heart?" Hermione questioned. Draco looked down at Emma and smiled softly…no trademark smirk, but a bright and true smile.

"Because I want to be the person Albus saw that night and…" he paused, stealing a glance at Emma's belly that was safely hidden, "there's a lot to fight for."

At the stroke of midnight, the sound of cheering echoed from the courtyard. Emma pushed and shoved against the crowd, stomach in knots from anxiety, and also from her children kicking around excitedly.

"Be calm my dears," Emma whispered as she rubbed her belly. Once outside and at the front, Emma was able to spot Voldemort in the center with his still vast army behind him. Various Deatheaters laughed and snickered as the crowd parted to reveal a sobbing Hagrid carrying a motionless Harry Potter in his arms

"Gather round everyone and rejoice! Harry Potter is DEAD!" Voldemort shouted happily from the courtyard, spreading his arms out wide as Hagrid positioned himself off to the side.

"NO!" Emma screamed as she fell to her knees. "You poisonous bastard!" She bellowed as she shot a fireball in his direction; Voldemort didn't even blink. Using the Elder Wand, Voldemort easily deflected the attack, and sent the fire to a nearby tree.

"SILENCE!" He fired a spell back and she was able to cast a last minute barrier to protect her, and the small group that stood with her. The force of the spell however did knock her down hard against the ground. Disoriented, Emma was able to stand with the help of Neville, and Hermione. Her palms stung and she could feel the blood run down her wrists.

"Haha, stupid foolish Pendragon spawn," Bellatrix mocked. Voldemort lifted a hand to cease her jeering and she snapped her jaw in return, but giggled nonetheless.

"Yes, very foolish to think you can still fight me. Your precious Harry Potter is dead, so there is no reason for you to continue with this combat," he sneered while Emma glared. Voldemort then positioned himself to address the crowd.

From this day forth, you put your faith...in me." He exclaimed gleefully and he faced the Deatheaters, "Harry Potter is dead!" Voldemort said in a tone that could pass for giddy, but only made Emma and the others sick. "And now, it is the time to declare yourselves to me."

Come forward and join us...or die!" Voldemort looked around, waiting for some to move forward. On his other side, Lucius Malfoy stood with his head down while his wife Narcissa scanned the crowd. "Anyone at all? Oh, don't be shy!"

Narcissa gasped, looking to side farthest from where Emma stood. Taking a glance, Emma realized that Narcissa was searching rather than scanning and she found what she wanted.

"Draco! Draco dear, come over please!" She called and Draco in turn looked afraid to move. Emma locked eyes with him and shook her head, mentally pleading with him not to move. But reluctantly, Draco walked over to Voldemort, who hugged him in return.

"Well done, Draco. Very well done." Voldemort praised as Draco walked over to stand with his parents. After a few moments, Neville moved forward; Emma and few others' jaws fell open in shock. "Well, I must say, I hoped for better." Voldemort stated, making the group of Deatheaters erupt in laughter. "And who might you be, young man?"

"Neville Longbottom…" he stuttered earning more hollers. Bellatrix laughed the loudest and Emma was tempted to cast another fireball.

"Well Neville, I'm sure we can find a place for you in our ranks. Your blood is pure, despite your dirty upbringing." Voldemort stated.

"Too bad his parents are too crazy to witness the occasion!" Bellatrix cackled.

Neville's fists clenched at her words. "I'd like to say something first,"

Voldemort chuckled then waved his hand, "Alright Neville, I'm sure we'd all be fascinated to hear what you have to say."

Neville cleared his throat before speaking, "it doesn't matter that Harry's gone…"

"No Neville, please don't," Emma pleaded.

"Yeah, stand down!" Luna said in the same tone, but Neville shook his head rapidly.

"People die every day! Friends, family. Yeah, we lost Harry tonight; but he's still with us, in here." He said, pointing to his chest…to his heart. "So is Percy, and Remus, Tonks...all of them. They didn't die in vain!" Neville said as he turned to face Voldemort. "But you will cause you're wrong! Harry's heart did beat for us, for all of us! It's not over!"

In that moment, a few things happened at once. The Sorting Hat that Neville brought outside earlier was now an occupant to a large sword…a sword that Neville drew and used to behead Voldemort's snake Nagini. Voldemort screamed in a rage and before he could curse Neville, bright white lights hit him in the back.

"Confringo!" A deep voice shouted. Recognizing the voice, Emma looked up to see Harry, standing tall and wand ready, to duel Voldemort.

"No! You are meant to be dead!" Voldemort screamed as he shot curse after curse at Harry who continued to deflect. Both sides looked on in shock, unable to decide to join in on the battle. Flashes of red and green erupted from both their wands as they moved to the side. Thinking fast, Emma shot forward and threw up her arms.

"Everyone! Retreat back into the castle! Now!" She screamed and the crowd followed. Finally coming to, the majority of the Deatheaters attempted to give chase till Emma produced a large fire wall to block them; without her realizing, a few slipped through and among them was Bellatrix Lestrange. They rushed behind to enter the castle; instead were faced by Ginny, Luna, and Neville.

"We'll hold 'em off Savior…" Ginny called out, wand out and ready.

"Yes Child of Winter, go help Harry; we'll be fine." Luna stated while Neville nodded, is face set on Bellatrix who cackled at their statements. With one final glance, Emma turned to join Harry.

They only managed to get a few yards from the center of the courtyard, but left quite a bit of destruction in their wake. Neither man noticed her presence as of yet which gave her an advantage and an element of surprise. They were yelling at the other in between hexes and spell casting. Harry was taunting Voldemort which was causing the latter to lose depth and focus.

"There are no more Horcruxes left for you! It's just you and me now, Riddle. Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good." Harry stated. Voldemort scoffed.

"One of us? You think it will be you, do you, the boy who has survived by accident, because Dumbledore was pulling the strings?" Voldemort sneered while Harry said nothing. Emma's blood was on fire now and chose that moment to walk forward, revealing herself. Noticing the movement, Voldemort's sneer deepened. "Ah, the Savior come to watch her love die…such a pity, they never learn do they?"

"And what of you Tom?" Emma countered as he scowled. "Haven't you learned that even in the bitter end, evil can still be stomped out," she said strongly as she clasped Harry's free hand with her own. Both Emma and Harry could feel the magic pulsing from their hands as if they were one being, one force, united at last.

"So it all comes down to this Riddle, doesn't it? Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does, I am the true master of the Elder Wand," Harry stated in a matter of fact tone.

"No! I have the Power! And only I can live forever!" Voldemort growled. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

"PROTEGO!" They each shouted back as Emma's eyes and body glowed a bright white. Voldemort shielded his face from the blinding light, but not before Emma's mouth opened wide.

"If you were smart, you would know that our foolish love protects us! And for your insolence, you will perish!" An unrecognizable voice stated in a loud booming voice. "Such a pitiful waste Tom Riddle, good luck in the next life!" The light grew brighter as it shot from her mouth and eyes toward Voldemort's chest, freezing his body.

And just like Voldemort, all else stood still around them when the spells collided with a bang like a cannon blast. True to Harry's word, the Elder Wand, refusing to harm its master, flipped over out of Voldemort's limb locked hand toward where Harry stood, landing at his feet. The Killing Curse that was cast rebounded and hit Voldemort's frozen form, knocking his lifeless body to the ground floor.

Emma's eyes faded back into their original green as her body slumped against Harry's while their hands remained clasped together. Both teens were breathing heavily and could only stare at the lifeless corpse of the former Lord Voldemort. And only when the first rays of sunlight passed over the Scottish hills did they embrace each other, happily crying. Together and forever free, at last.