Disclaimer: I own Liz. the mysterious Isabel, and the plot. That's 'bout it

Draco smiled, and kissed Elizabeth. But the kiss broke off abruptly, when Draco crumpled to the ground.
"Draco." Liz gasped. She knelt be his side, and quickly found a penny-sized hole in his back, just below his rib cage. 'Do I leave him?' She didn't know for sure. She knew she should get help, but what if she didn't get back in time? 'He's bleeding like crazy, I have to get help.' She hurried off the balcony and downstairs. She burst into the back parlor, gasping for breath. "Draco's hurt!" She said.
"Where is he?" Hermione asked.
"Up on the," Liz took a deep breath, "balcony." She followed Hermione up to the balcony, praying he'd be okay. Hermione knelt down, and, like Liz, quickly found the wound.
"He's been shot. Liz, what exactly happened?"
"He, erm..proposed, and I said yes, and ... we," Liz squirmed uncomfortably, "We kissed, and all of a sudden he fell. I saw the wound, and went to get someone."
"Congratualations. I'll do what I can. Get the others, and a first-aid kit."
"'Kay." Liz looked at Draco, sighing. Then she hurried down to the living room.

"Ron, Ginny, I need you to go up to the balcony. Draco's been hurt."
"Okay, I'll get the first-aid kit." Ginny said, leaving. Ron stood there for a second, looking worried, and then followed Ginny.
'Now, If I were Harry, where would I be?' Liz wondered. She knew Hermione had been planning to tell him about her and Ron, but that wasn't much to go on. She wandered out to the garden behind the house. 'Hey, this is Harry's favorite spot. Maybe he's out here! But where?' Liz thought about, and it hit her, finally. 'The Marauder's Statue! Of course!' The statue had been built under Harry's strict eye, to honor the three marauders that had banded together against evil. A large dog, a beautiful stag and a shaggy werewolf stood together, guarding a pond shaped like the Whomping Willow. As Liz came near it, she heard the heavy breathing that indicated Harry was there, and crying. She couldn't see him, though. She followed the noise. It was loudest near Sirius' part of the statue.

"Hermione loves Ron, Elizabeth loves Malfoy, and Ginny..She hates everyone now. Sirius, what do I do? Everyone seems to be leaving, Lupin's in Romania, researching a cure for werewolves, you and Dad are dead. Dumbledore is in the mountains with Hagrid and Maxine. I don't know where the other teachers are.... Most of my classmates have died helping me, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Pavarti and Lavender are the only ones I know for sure are alive, and they've all left England, except Neville. I don't know what to do." 'I Didn't know Harry felt that way.' Liz had an idea. She lifted Harry's Invisibility Cloak off him, which he didn't notice, somehow. Throwing it over herself, she knelt by the stone dog.
"You could start by not jumping to conclusions. Someone will listen, Harry, if you ask. And I don't think Ginny hates everyone, not quite everyone, at least."
"What? Who's there?" Harry jumped up, startled. Liz dropped the cloak.
"Elizabeth, You scared me to death!"
"But you're not dead. How can I have scared you to death if you're alive?"
"Liz..." Harry's eyes turned to burning green embers.
"I'll listen later. Draco needs help." She said, unfazed by Harry's burning eyes.
"He can help himself."
"Harry, please. He's been shot. What would Prongs do?"

"Scurgify." Hermione whispered, cleaning the bullet-hole.
"I wonder if the 'Reparo' spell would help?" She wondered out loud. Ginny entered the balcony just then.
"I wouldn't try it. Normally it will only repair the top layer of skin. I think you should bind it, and take him to St. Mungo's." Ginny said. She had studied to become a MediWitch during her last years at Hogwarts.
"Ginny!" Hermione looked up, surprised.
"Hand me that, will you?" She pointed at the first-aid kit bu Ginny's feet. Ginny gave it to Hermione, wincing when she saw the wound.
"Oh, sure, You notice her, but ignore me." Hermione looked around, wondering who said it. She noticed Ron standing in the shadows.
"Ron! I didn't know you were there." Hermione shook her head.
"I sort of noticed." Ron said, taking on a hurt air. Hermione turned back to Draco, her eyes dancing with laughter. She the wound, making sure it was tight.
"Isabel?" Draco said quietly.
"She's coming, Draco." Hermione hoped he would make the trip.
HermyPenguin-Dean's not dead, nope. I just couldn't kill him off...Yeah, that 8 year bit....Think hard about how long Harry and /draco have known each other....8 years, in this time setting...

Spyder-Nope, not the end....grins evilly The ight is a typo....Better go fix everything now. See ya tomorrow, Tinuial!

Mel-I know you're reading this, so I hope you like it!

Gaela-sui-Thanks for the tips/typo catching!

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