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Chapter 19

Scarlet lips contrasting her fair skin; warm hazel eyes; flaming-red hair in a high ponytail with wisps of stray hairs framing her strong features.

Ginny gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She smoothed down her black long-sleeved shirt under her robes and quickly shrugged on her dark cloak. Here she was again. Preparing for yet another battle. This time she was less afraid; too angry to feel fear and worry. She zipped up her boots and with one last look at herself in her mirror, she bolted out of her room in and down the stairs where the rest of the family, including Harry, Hermione and Cho were already gathered; each and everyone of them looking stoic and anxious but each feeling determined and strong. Ginny tried to ignore the concerned and worried looks on everyone's faces.

"All ready?" Remus asked in a grave voice.

No one answered. Remus didn't need an answer. They had to be involved in the battle whether they were ready or not. Hermione grasped Ginny's hand as they all touched the umbrella, the portkey, and were all immediately propelled into their destination with a tightening, deep foreboding sensation.

Ginny felt her feet land on the ground and found that Hermione was still tightly grasping her hand. Ginny gave her friend a small smile and after reassuring her that she was alright, Hermione let go of her hand with a concerned look. Ginny looked around her and was immediately filled with overwhelming nostalgia as she gazed at the Black Lake and the massive and ancient structure of Hogwarts Castle that had been home to her for seven years. Nothing had changed. After the war, everything had been renovated and put back the way it was before. But now, a deep sense of doom loomed over Ginny knowing that Hogwarts was soon going to be destroyed yet again.

The vast expanse of sky above them was dark and cloudy; the moon giving out little light. The air was cold and biting but Ginny was numb to all feeling and emotion as of now. Only one emotion filled her veins and fuelled up her blood. Rage. Fury. Anger. She emptied her mind of all thought but one thought lingered despite of herself. Thoughts of Draco just kept running through her mind. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She opened them and at once, she was extremely focused and nothing but the thought of destroying the Dark Lord filled her mind.

Immediately, the team dispersed in teams of two. Ginny, to her delight, was teamed up with her big brother Bill. They quickly walked across the soft, green grass that was already wet with dew, to the side entrance of Hogwarts. Without a word, they ascended the staircase of the North Tower with amazing speed and agility. Adrenaline rushing through her veins, she reached into the inner pocket of her robe and grasped her wand tightly and prepared herself to hex any Death Eater that came their way. She adjusted her bow and quiver that was slung over her shoulder so that it did not get in the way of her fighting. She herself had come up with the idea of using a bow and arrow as a means of weaponry so that they can defeat the Dark lord most immediately now. Everyone else had been impressed with her idea. She knew that if this wouldn't work, then she did not know what would.

Bill and Ginny strode through the hallways and Ginny was almost overwhelmed with the images of memories of her school years. She looked at Bill, wondering if he was feeling the same, but the look of determination and his set jaw was enough to bring Ginny back to focus. Finally, they reached their assigned station. They halted a few metres east of the entrance to the Great Hall and they caught a glimpse of Cho and Harry on the other side. Now came the part Ginny hated the most. Waiting. Waiting for the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord to arrive.

Silence engulfed them and Ginny stood close to her brother, reeling in the feeling of protectiveness and love emanating from her older brother. These days, without Draco, she found solace and safety in her older brothers. Except for Ron, of course, who was still not talking to her. She had caught Ron a few times trying to talk to her but whenever she turned directly to face him, he would fake a scowl and quickly walk away. Ginny had sighed with annoyance during those times for she wished dearly that her closest brother would just come up to her and talk to her. She would have done so herself if he had not avoided her like she had the plague whenever she tried to approach him. She missed Ron and she wanted to make amends with him.

A faint pop that Ginny recognized as apparition brought her out of her reverie and she looked up at Bill for confirmation. He nodded gravely and she knew that the Death Eaters were now arriving. The pop was followed by another and another and another. Soon, endless pops of apparition could be heard and the heavy march of the Death Eaters' footsteps could be heard clicking against the stone floors of the castle, echoing and creating an eerie atmosphere. Ginny and Bill moved quickly and both drank invisibility potions, courtesy of the twins, and immediately took their places. Bill stood near the staircase leading up to the entrance of the Great Hall where the footsteps were getting louder and louder. He could sense Harry on the other side of the staircase. Cho opened the door to the Great Hall only wide enough to let Ginny in who lithely slid into the candle-lit, massive hall. She walked on and climbed a short pillar with such agility and strength that you would think she's been doing it for years. Upon reaching the top of the pillar, she perched herself on the top of the pillar that offered her enough space to allow her to sit.

She had barely sat herself down when she heard the sudden outburst of commotion outside the Great Hall. She could hear the yelling out of spells and she could almost sense the confusion and frustration of the Death Eaters as invisible fighters attacked them. The rest of the Order would have arrived by now, invisible and helping her brother, Harry and Cho battle the Death Eaters out. She closed her eyes and silently prayed that none of them would be seriously injured.

Suddenly, bringing her to alert and snap open her eyes, the door adjacent to the staff table flung open and several death eaters came striding in but it was who was behind them that made Ginny's blood boil with anger. There, tall and proud with all his horrible and horrific evil glory, walked Voldemort. He strode in with an air of confidence and she heard him say, "Guard the entrance," in a cold but demanding voice. The death eaters quickly complied and Ginny watched the hooded and masked figures walk across the hall but found that Draco was not one of them. And then she heard it.

"All sealed, my lord."

Ginny's head snapped towards the voice's direction. The voice that she knew so well. Only the voice was cold and distant this time. Her eyes quickly rested on the only death eater that was unmasked and unhooded and she gazed at his silver blonde hair and sharp, handsome features and she immediately felt respect for the man. The man she loves. But Ginny refused to be fazed. She knew that he would be there. That was the plan.

Her mind immediately focused again, she carefully stood up on the levelled top of the pillar and spread her feet apart for balance. She took off the bow that was slung on her shoulder and with one swift movement, picked out an arrow and immediately loaded the bow. From where she was, she knew she was too high and it was too dark for anyone to notice her bow and arrow. Adrenaline rushing through her veins and her heart thumping against her chest, she raised the bow until the arrow was at eye-level and made to aim for Voldemort's chest, who was only standing there, with Draco at his right side as they waited; for what, Ginny did not know. She aimed and slowly stretched the bow string and then-

A small explosion suddenly erupted from outside that startled her and made her let go of the string and sent the arrow flying towards the totally wrong direction. She hoped against hope that the fleeting arrow would not be noticed but to her horror, Voldemort's head snapped towards her direction. Even if she was invisible, she could feel the Dark lord's glare burn holes right through her. She pressed herself against the wall and saw that Draco had a worried and wide-eyed expression on his face that he quickly hid when the Dark lord turned.

"Accio arrow," Voldemort hissed and immediately, the arrow flew to his hand. He grasped it from the air and brought it to his face to smell it. Draco watched beside him, his heart thumping furiously against his chest. "A woman is in here."

Draco's lungs tightened as he struggled for breath as discreetly as he could. He tried to relax and calm down, telling himself not to panic. He could almost feel the fear that was emanating from Ginny. He knew it was Ginny. It was part of their plan.

Ginny let go of her bow and arrow against her better judgement and quickly descended the pillar as quietly as she could. She had to change her location as soon as possible. Her feet touched the floor without the slightest sound and she walked quickly behing the staff table and across the room, thankful that her boots were soft and made no sound at all as she hurriedly walked.

"Ginevra is in here."

Ginny froze in her tracks. As did Draco who stared at the Dark lord unblinkingly.

"What do you mean, my lord?" Draco asked, his voice composed and collected despite his anxiety.

"I can feel her, Draco," Voldemort said. "You forget that I had possessed her once."

"I'm sorry my lord, but-"

"Do you think that I am unaware of everything that you have been doing behind my back?" Voldemort yelled. Draco did not falter but instead, he set his jaw strongly and glared at the Dark Lord. "Did you think that you would be able to thwart me, Draco? You should have known to be more subtle. Death Eaters are fighting invisible witches and wizards outside this hall and you think that I will not be suspicious of any invisible person inside this very hall?"

By this time, the Death Eaters that were guarding the double doors were quickly approaching them and then, circled around Draco. Voldemort let out a shrill laugh that sent goosebumps up and down Ginny's spine. Her mouth had dried and a lump had formed in her throat. She was sweating like hell and she knew she had to do something. Anything to save Draco.

She quickly grasped her wand tightly and jumped onto the staff table and pointed her wand at the circle of death eaters surrounding Draco and almost immediately, like bullets shooting out of a gun, numerous attack spells spilled out of her mouth loudly, bringing down each and every surprised death eater. Flashes of red and green light flew out the tip of her wand and Voldemort just stood there, his back still to her. Draco was also standing tall, apparently unfazed or unworried that Ginny might accidentally hit him. At that exact moment, George and Fred's invisibility potion began to wear off and Draco stared at her. When the last death eater was down, Ginny in all her fiery glory was in plain sight. She stood on the staff table, breathing heavily and wand still raised. Voldemort slowly turned around to face her and when he did, Ginny was immediately infuriated by the smug look on his face.

"Bravo, bravo," Voldemort said loudly, bringing his hands together in mock applaud. "Might I just say that you're hexing abilities are quite impressive," Voldemort said, his face breaking into a snakelike, sinister smile.

Ginny stood there, glaring at him.

"It's your turn to die now," she said, surprising even herself for her audacity. But she felt no inhibitions now. She just wanted to bloody kill him.

"Tsk, tsk." Voldemort shook his head. "Haven't you realized by now that I am invincible? You think you are so brave and powerful, my dear Ginevra but really it is only fury and anger that's keeping you standing right now. You have not the slightest power to defeat me."

"I have every particle of power in me to defeat you and your evil," Ginny said, her voice dangerously low.

"We'll see what you have to say about that after I do this," Voldemort said and then immediately pointed his wand at Draco and yelled, "Crucio!"

Almost at once, Draco fell to his knees on the floor, clutching his chest. He was in so much pain that he could scream like hell but he didn't. He bit his toungue to keep from screaming and letting out the slightest sound of pain until he tasted blood.

"No!" Ginny shouted. Draco heard her jump down of the table and quickly run to him, jumping over the unconscious bodies of the death eaters surrounding Draco. Voldemort laughed cruelly again.

"Ah, young love," Voldemort said. "Love will never get you anywhere. Crucio!" he yelled again, hitting Draco on his back this time and causing him to roll on to his back, still clutching his chest, his face contorted with pain and blood darkening and soaking his robes.

"Stop it!" Ginny yelled, tears streaming down her face as she took Draco's almost limp body into her arms.

"I've waited a long time to kill you both like this," Voldemort hissed with a hint of dusgusting pleasure in his voice.

Ginny buried her face in Draco's chest; not caring and not hearing anything that Voldemort was saying. It didn't matter to her if they died as long as they died together. She mumbled into his ear.

"Draco, please hold on. I'll hate you for the rest of my life if you don't," Ginny mumbled into his ear, tears flowing and making her voice clogged.

"Say your goodbyes and prepare to die together."

Draco looked into her tear stung eyes and felt his own tears stream down his face. "I love you, Gin," was all he said before his eyes closed and his head limped against her arm.

"No, no, no, Draco," she frantically said, the slaps on his face becoming harder and harder as she fought to bring him back.

"Your turn now, my sweet," Voldemort said raising his wand slowly and his mouth curving into a senile smile.

Ginny couldn't care less now, she buried her face in Draco's chest and her cries were getting louder and louder that she didn't heart the faint thumping of Draco's heartbeat. She prepared herself for what was coming. She closed her eyes and prayed silently.

Voldemort was pointing his wand at her now and slowly, excruciatingly and loudly, he said, "Avada Keda-" Swish. Swish. Swish.

Ginny immediately looked up and saw there, three arrows embedded deeply into the chest of Voldemort, thick, black liquid oozing out of the wounds. More arrows were shot and hit the Dark Lord straight in the chest. Every part of his torso struck with arrows. Ginny gave him a triumphant smile and with that, he fell to the floor and disintegrated into the air that erupted and flashed into green light and then it was gone. No trace of ashes nor dust. Just gone.

She then heard footsteps coming from the main entrance and who she saw there surprised her even more. Lucius Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy holding a bow and behind him were her family and the Order, bloodied and dishevelled but all in one piece nonetheless. She looked up at them who looked at her with concern and worry etched on their faces yet again. She then remembered that Draco was lying limp in her arms. Hermione, who was quick to act as always, approached them and checked Draco's pulse. A silence engulfed them as Hermione checked Draco's condition. Ginny's heart felt like it was going to stop anytime soon.

Suddenly, Hermione's face lit up. "He's only unconscious. We'll take him to St. Mungo's for recovery now," she said and immediately, everyone broke into breaths of relief and tired but excited chatter. Ginny smiled.

They had won. This time, it's for real.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling.