"Goyle! Hey Goyle, you in here?"
Gregory's body jerked at the far away call, someone had come to his aid. His eyes were in so much pain he was afraid that if he tried to open them they might fall out and roll away. Not that it mattered, he'd gone so deep into the chamber that there was nothing for his eyes to see.
"Goyle!"
The voice was muffled but familiar, Vincent, and defiantly not an illusion, Gregory was bestowed with new strength. He called back to his savior as best his damaged vocals would allow, "Hhehlph."
"Goyle is that you?"
He pounded on the floor making as much noise as possible, unable to speak anymore.
"Keep it up, I'll find you."
He added to the pounding of the floor by kicking it as well, adding to the noise.
"Okay stop." The voice laced with worry and fear now, was directly behind him. It was familiar he was sure of it but it was hard to tell if it was Vincent's, the acoustics in the chamber were horrible. It was certainly possible that it belonged to Vincent, who could have escaped the fiendfyre before they had and ran off, afraid that his friends had fallen at his own hands. Immediately after Gregory stopped moving he felt hands wrap themselves around his thick ankles. The person dragging Gregory was having trouble, Vincent must be tired, got to help him. Gregory began pushing back with his arms in union with the bouts of dragging then stopping to rest his savior was doing. Even with the added help it took both of them a half an hour to reach the safety of the lit corridor.
Even though his closed, watery lids the delicate torch light added to the burning of his eyes. Still he could not wait to see Vincent's face, whose face he could feel hovering above his own. Deciding that quickly would be better then slowly, he opened blood shot eyes long enough to see Draco's face starring down at him. Resealing his eyes Goyle bellowed writhing in newly realized agony. His senses having held off in anticipation now flared as if someone had cast the cruciatus curse on him, he slipped out of consciousness.
Gregory awoke upon a stretcher situated in tee Great Hall; it took him a moment to realize that he had bandages over his eyes. He removed them, surprisingly he could open them experiencing only mild discomfort. The Great Hall came into a blurry focus, still he could see and that's what mattered, and he could get glasses or something. Sitting up he surveyed the area, there were several stretchers holding persons with varying injuries. To the far corner mourners were sifting through the dead desperately trying to find out what happened to their loved ones. Gregory dropped off the stretcher and made his way out of the Great Hall not knowing where to go, only knowing that he did not belong in the Great Hall.
"Goyle?"
Gregory turned to face Draco, answering him with a disillusioned, "Wha?"
"Come on, let's go. My mum and dad said you can stay with us...you know, till we hear from your parents."
"Do we know who won yet?"
Draco's face contorted with thought, wondering how much of the final battle he should retell. Deciding for once that it was not his place to withhold from his friend he told the tale of Harry Potter, the Elder Wand, and the fall of the Dark Lord Voldemort.
"Elder Wand? Like the one from The Three Brothers?" A new crazy hope glinted in his eyes.
"I guess. You ready to go?"
No, I'm not. Go without me, I need to do something."
"What are you-" Gregory had already turned and began to make his way back into the Great hall. "GOYLE!"