Rating: T, just to be safe for a tiny bit of course language.

Summary: The morning after the last battle, with flashbacks of the night before.

Title: Blood Red Sunrise

Author: Ashley Graham

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Blood Red Sunrise

-CHAPTER THREE-

"Draco?" Hermione said uncertainly.

The blonde haired teen looked up at the group with glassy eyes, "I killed him, I killed my own fucking father!"

"He was going to kill us, you didn't have a choice." Harry replied to this outburst calmly, remembering the incident.

"You shouldn't have turned your back on the dark lord Draco! Now I am forced to kill you, pity…you would have made a great Death Eater. You betrayed me, your own father!" Lucius said to his son with a look of scorn on his face.

Harry turned to survey the scene between father and son. He had just finished off Bellatrix with Lupin, to avenge the death of Sirius. When Draco had turned back over to the light, he still had not trusted him. He hated and loathed him more than ever for getting Dumbledore killed.

"No, you turned your back on me father! All that mattered to you was precious Voldemort; you cared about nothing but him, not even I or mum!" Draco yelled back angrily, his wand raised. Before he could utter a single curse, however, his father yelled, "Crucio!"

The older man held his son under the curse for five minutes, and did not let him even pause for a breath before he hit him again. Harry felt a surge of anger towards the man, and with a burst of adrenaline, ran flat out at him. The two were sent flying to the ground, lifting the curse off of Draco.

Unfortunately, Lucius got to his feet first, and Harry soon found a wand pointed at his heart. "Your next, son!" Lucius yelled, raising his wand.

Harry shut his eyes as the green light filled his eyelids, thinking about how he got himself killed by saving the life of someone who had made his life hell for eight years. When the green light faded however, he was still alive. Opening his eyes he saw the older man lying by his feet, dead.

Scrambling to his feet, he looked over at Draco, who still had his wand pointed at his father, his face extremely white and his entire body shaking. Harry nodded a grim thanks to the seemingly shocked man, and ran off into the fight again.

Draco shook his head and mumbled something into his hands; the four took it as a sign to leave him alone with his thoughts.

As they ventured closer to the quidditch pitch, it became clear that the death of Voldemort had finally spread, as there were both looks of deepest sadness from the pain of so many losses and happiness on everyone's faces, even those who were dying from near fatal injuries. Harry wondered vaguely if this is what it had been like when Voldemort had killed his parents and vanished for fourteen years.

Harry was beginning to feel extremely weak, his wounds were still bleeding, and he was beginning to stumble as they walked on. Hermione kept giving him concerned looks, and it was not soon before he collapsed to his knees, too weak to protest when Hermione yelled for help, or to reassure Ginny he was ok, as she fell to his level and began to cry.

He was soon on his back, his head in Ginny's lap, forcing himself to stay awake.

"He said he was okay, he looked fine five minutes ago!" Ron was saying anxiously as Hermione whipped out her wand. She quickly vanished the shirt off of his body and the three let out strangled gasps of horror. His entire torso was slashed, one of the cuts so deep that they could see the white of bone. He was covered in blood.

Ginny cried harder and began speaking, "Please Harry…no, you can't be alright at first and then just die, that's not fair! You promised that after you killed him we could be together again…don't you dare do this to me! I've waited too long to get you to lose you!"

A figure came hurrying towards the four; she yelled out to them, "What's going on here? Ginny? Ron!"

Ron turned towards the source of the familiar voice, and found himself staring at his mother. "Mum?" He said blankly.

"RON!" She shrieked, grabbing him into a bone cracking hug. "Oh my god, I thought I'd lost the both of you, Dad's alright, Charlie is pretty bad but he's gone to St. Mungo's, Fleur and Bill made it out alright…Fred lost two fingers but he doesn't seem at all fazed by it, George isn't hearing too well, we don't know why yet…Percy…Percy is d-dead."

"Mum, Mum, MUM!" Ron yelled over her, causing the hysterical sobbing and talking to cease. "It's Harry, he seemed alright earlier when I found him but he needs help now…" He finished weakly, stepping aside to reveal the green eyed boy on the ground.

Mrs. Weasley let out a strangled cry at the sight of the young man and fell beside Ginny, frantically waving her wand over him. She siphoned most of the blood off of his chest, but it was soon replaced by more. "We need to get him to St. Mungo's right away,"She said distractedly, "REMUS GET OVER HERE!"

Sure enough, the former professor and werewolf, came limping over, his face ashen. He had been binding the hands of Nott, and hadn't seen the commotion going on some twenty feet away.

"What's going on here? Ron, Hermione, Molly, Ginny…it's good to see you all ma- HARRY!" He suddenly cried, looking at the young Potter in shock.

"Can you take him to St. Mungo's, I have to stay here…Arthur will worry if he can't find me. In fact, take this lot with you…they all need to be looked at." Molly said, her voice trembling.

"Of course, come on guys." Lupin murmured, lifting Harry up gently.

"I'm fine, you can put me down." Harry mumbled to the older man.

"Don't be ridiculous Harry; you're going to St. Mungo's whether you want to or not." Lupin said firmly, motioning for the other three to apparate with him.

Ginny had stopped crying, and was hugging her mother tightly. "Are you sure you don't me to stay at least? I'm not hurt that bad, I can help." She said as calmly as she could.

"We have enough help, you go with the others…go be with Harry." Mrs. Weasley said with a forced smile, proud of her daughter for putting others before herself.

Ginny nodded, hugged her mother again, and dissapparated. Ron and Hermione quickly followed suit.

"He'll be alright, Molly. If he can kill Voldemort, he can do anything." Lupin said, looking at his best friend's son with admiration.

"I know." Mrs. Weasley whispered as the two disappeared. Tears brimmed and soon began to spill over her face as she took in the destruction around her, once such a beautiful place, destroyed by the darkest of evils. It would take a lot of work to rebuild what had been destroyed, and she wasn't just thinking of the ruined castle.

Taking a deep shuddering breath, she looked up at the mid morning sky and felt the warmth of the sun on her skin. Perhaps not all is lost, she thought to herself as she went in search for more survivors.

One more part to go.