It was all set, Draco and I had both leaked the information we decided on to our bosses and before we knew it we were preparing for the final battle. Draco had told the order of Voldermort's plan to take over which really lit a fire under there arses and they decided now was the time to take action. And as for me, I originally thought about telling Voldermort that he had a wonderful complexion but it could do with that lil' bit of colour so maybe he should take Nagini out for a walk and for obvious reasons decided against it. Instead I told him I had arranged a secret meeting with Potter and gave him a time and place in case he wanted to take some sort of action. This would all be fine and dandy but he's insisting all deatheaters be there in case it's an ambush and he's refusing to accept that I'm a lover not a fighter. So it looks like I'll be there for the final showdown as will Draco I expect.
So here I am, wand drawn surrounded by my fellow deatheaters. And there they are, the order of the phoenix and everyone in the world that I care about. I think I need to throw up.
It was sort of like one of those out of body experiences, we should all know that I have a pretty strong survival instinct and I guess it just kicked in and took over. I was hexing and cursing and dodging and blocking. It was crazy. I wasn't even sure who I was firing against half the time I just knew to avoid any red heads, that and I should stay alive no matter what. As fate would have it I ended up squaring off to an old friend of mine, one that used to be known as Miss Granger. It was the my survival instinct suddenly disappeared and my vindictive streak took charge, "Hermionie, long time no see" I said warmly and sent a hex right at her eyes hoping to blind her. Unfortunately she shielded herself. We fought for some time actually, bit of witty banter here and there mainly from me, she bitched and moaned saying she always knew I was no good and what I'd done to the Weasley's and in the end I actually got the better of her. "Hey 'Mionie, remember that time you nearly killed me" I drawled as I stood over her with my wand pointed at her chest "We're even, cuz I nearly killed you a few seconds ago but decided against it, just remember that I could have" I said and lowered my wand and walked away humming 'This is the ultimate showdown ...' I should really hurt Addie for introducing me to you tube. Soon after that I came wand to wand with my husband ... he didn't seem very happy.
"Keira! What are you doing here? I thought we said you'd stay out of it" he hissed as we sent lazy spells at each other to make it look like we were doing something.
"Yeah, like id be here if I had the choice" I snorted
"Fine" he growled, grabbed my arm and apperated us to somewhere a little away from the action but close enough to see, we'll watch from the sidelines and that way no one gets hurt he said looking more at my stomach than my face.
"You know, call me odd but I think I prefer it when guys talk to my breasts" I said thoughtfully.
"Your odd" he told me matter-of-factly.
"Oooh look I think the order is winning" I said pointing out the lack of people in dark robes and masks.
"Harry and Voldermort are still at it though" he said grimly. We continued to watch from the sidelines as the unthinkable happened, the two most powerful wizards of our time (or at least that's what will be written in the history books) fell. They both died but took the other out with them. At first everyone was disoriented but soon the remaining order ember regained control and quickly subdued the rest of the deatheaters. The Order of the phoenix had won but not without a price, besides Harry several others had died including, Percy, Raia, McGonagall, and Lupin. Charlie was severely wounded, the outlook didn't seem too bright and Aunt Molly was very out of sorts but she seemed to have received a blow to the head at some point. Of course me turning up at the end didn't help anything really, we tried to explain but obviously they still looked at me like I'd killed their puppy. Hermionie helped though, not sure how many opportunities in my life I'd get to say that but it was true, the story of how I didn't kill her seemed to win Ron over at least and that's a start. Later a letter was found from Harry, it was a farewell of sorts, seems he expected to go, it was full of sappy goodbyes that even had me in tears but that could also be due to hormones, anyway in the letter it also said how I had come to him before I was outed as a deatheater and told him what I was and made a deal. Of course the letter didn't say what the deal was and I'm certainly not going to give away his part, I keep my promises ... most of the time anyway Harry's little secret dies with me and that's what will grant me y freedom. After that it became a lot easier for them to forgive me as it all seemed like part of the master plan. No me and Hermionie didn't become best friends, I still can't stand the witch and yes I did cry at all the funerals, even Harry's but I'm still blaming the hormones. As for me and Draco we developed some sort of normal life, he got a very good job at the ministry and we move out of the muggle community and splashed out on a stupidly large house and I gave birth to a perfectly healthy baby boy who we named Alexander Thomas Malfoy. I'd like to say we lived happily ever after but that would be a lie, we continued the same way we started, crazy and irrationally with loads of fights and lot of love and I really wouldn't have it any other way. Again I can't believe I said something so lame.