Well here's another chapter...sorry for the late update I've been having writers block. Oh and just to add, the next chapter will be the last :'( so enjoy... (Reviews always welcome)

Chapter 11

I couldn't keep it in. My scream shattered the still air. Rookwood laughed until he lost his balance and stumbled, only just managing to stay upright.

"Yes finally. All the worthless scum has now left this world." He lifted his arms in the air as if to celebrate his victory.

"NO," I cried. "You're still in this world."

Rookwood's smile faltered but he managed to hitch it back into place without truly showing his anger.

"Your father was a good man, you know. He could have done well as an Aura. But the Aura office did not have enough people on duty, that night, so he was called on. Well of course he accepted. No one denies the offer to become a hero although sadly he never got his time in the spot light. He didn't listen to orders, see, and ran in with all guns blazing. We couldn't accept this. Many spells where shot but mine was the one that happily made contact," He sneered, trying to hit me where it hurt.

"Don't you dare talk about my father like that," I snarled through gritted teeth.

Anger and adrenaline pulsed through my veins. I shifted, and laid Draco's body onto the floor. I rose from the floor myself and turned to face Rookwood's scared face.

A second later I found myself running at him with my fist ready to strike. I had no wand or any defences and yet I didn't stop. My fist connected with Rookwood's Jaw. It cracked. He yowled in pain like a wild animal but this did not deter me from my task. I continued to hit, kick and punch every bit of him I could reach.

My mind was full of thoughts of making him pay for what he had done to me. I tried to keep my attack continuous. But from a sheer lack of air I stopped my attack for a brief second. This was enough time, however, for Rookwood to get a good hold on his wand.

"Crutio!"

I fell to the ground shrieking in agony. My muscles felt like they were on fire and my bones felt like they were continuously braking then fixing themselves again.

"Leave her alone."

Rookwood turned to face Kingsley Shacklebolt. He never lost total control on his wand so I could still feel pain.

"And who's going to make me?"

"Them."

A series of pops and the room was full of wizards and witches with the Aura symbol emblazed on their robes.

Rookwood swore loudly having time to do nothing else. Five wizards shot spells to stop disapperation and other various protection charms.

After the pain I had just had afflicted on me, my mind was starting to go black. Falling unconscious was an option, however, that I didn't want to take. I fought with all my remaining energy to keep awake and stand up.

I couldn't process all that had happened in the last hour, it had happened so fast. Then I remembered. Draco was dead, and my life was over.

I tried to push through the throng of people now gathered around his body. Kingsley grabbed me and held me close. He looked into my eyes and gave me a look saying its okay your safe now. I tried a small smile but nothing happened.

"It's okay. You're allowed to grieve," He said softly.

My pain then over took my body and I broke down in his arms. I cried and shrieked and cursed until my voice was hoarse. I heard shouts from the other end of the room I wished not to be in.

"Get off me you filthy scum. Muggle lovers and mudbloods, you have no right to lock me away. I will be back just you wait. I will finish the Dark lord's work and make you pay." Rookwood fought with the invisible bonds that encircled him. The wizards and witches gathered around did nothing but give him disgusted looks as he continued to say horrible things about them.

A gap was made in the group and Rookwood gazed at me with an evil glint in his stare.

"You will be the first I hunt down. When I'm free there will be no one to protect you. I will come for you and you will bow down to me and beg for your life and I will-"

"That's enough." Rookwood's body fell to the floor, clearly unconscious. Kingsley lowered his wand and placed it inside his cloak.

That day I marked as the worst day of my life. I had to remain in that god forsaken building until gone midnight. My version of events was told and retold. I was questioned many times but didn't speak much. Kingsley stayed by my side the whole time. I explained in a hushed tone that Draco's mother had been in the dungeon but when wizards went down there they found nothing but a few feathers.

Draco's funeral was arranged for the following week. The Ministry offered to pay for a fancy extravagant funeral but I refused saying that Draco would have wanted it kept simple. I pulled together a list of people that knew Draco and most agreed to come.

The day of the funeral arrived. I woke up in a daze; it felt like I wasn't there. I managed to run myself a bath and climb in without too much difficulty. The bubbles floated around my soaked body. I sat back and slid under the water. My hair flowed around me, so free. When I began to need to breathe I broke the surface of the translucent water. I fumbled for my towel and then stood up. Water droplets ran down my body into the pool I still stood in.

I got dressed into the dress I wore on the night Draco and I went out for a meal then put a plain black one over the top. It felt comforting to have this secret thing that no one could see, a private gesture that showed my remembrance of these special times. I struggled with the clasp at the back, my fingers having gone numb.

By the time Kingsley arrived my entire body was numb. I felt like I wasn't in my body, like I wasn't there at all. My skin was very pale but I wasn't sick, I was just...sad.

Draco's coffin disappeared behind a lime green curtain. The next time I would see him would be as a pile of ashes. This thought had been on my mind for some time, I would never see Draco's face again nor his body. But most of all I would never see his smile again; I would never see his grey eyes light up with joy.

Before I knew it I was outside surrounded by all the other mourners. They began whispered conversations. Some tried to include me in their discussions but I had no desire to listen or talk. I broke away from the crowd and made my way towards the weathered headstones that encircled the old church. I kept my head bowed but paid no attention to the writing on each grave.

I left the realms of my thoughts when I sensed someone behind me. I turned.

"What do you want," I growled.

"Cho, I'm so sorry."

"Save your breath Harry," I said menacingly. "I don't give a damn about anything you have to say."

"Please listen. I'm really sorr-"

"Does Ginny know you're here?"

Harry fell silent. I carried on walking and he kept following.

"Just stop will you. I know I made a mistake but the past can't be changed. Draco's dead and no ones to blame."

"I know the past can't be changed which depresses me. I wasted two years of my life with a petty man like you. Then when I truly found love it was ripped away from me before I could even appreciate it. Now you're here trying to make me forgive you, but that will never happen."

"Cho, come on, you really think you loved him. Don't make me laugh. No one can love a Death eater like him. He deserved everything he got-"

I felt anger such as I had never known. The man I was once married to had just insulted a dead man, a dead man that I loved with all my heart. My fist connected with his face before I knew what I was doing. Blood poured from his nose but I didn't care.

"Never talk to me again you sick man."

And I walked away again, this time without being followed.

I joined Kingsley at the cemetery gates.

"Where have you been?" He asked in his deep voice.

"Walking," I replied.

"Well we better go, the wake will start soon."

We made our way to the car and drove off. I saw, with satisfaction, that Harry was still bent double between grave stones. I smiled, knowing that my punch did damage both physically and mentally.