A/N: This is the last in the Color Series and as such I thought it would be nice to be a bit longer than the others. So I decided to write a fanfic of the entire Deathly Hallows book from my character, Angela Barry's, perspective. To ensure that everyone knows what's going on I'm directing ya'll to my other Color Series fics and Through the Eyes of Another. My profile should have the list of them in chronological order. Be sure to follow that list unless you want to be totally lost while reading this. It also helps if you've read Deathly Hallows before this.

Since this is the entire book and I loathe non-canon, I will be taking direct quotes from the book. So anything that sounds familiar is probably from the book and I take no credit for it. That's all J.K. Rowling's. If I use something that is not hers, but is not mine either, I will tell ya'll and credit accordingly.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter. The only character I own is Angela Barry. Everything else (characters, basic plot line, etc.) belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Drama/Action/Adventure/Angst/Romance

Summary: Angela Barry returns for the battle of Hogwarts. The entire DH book through the eyes of Angela Barry. Read the Author's Note! SPOILERS!

Triumphant Gold

Chapter 1/The Rescue of Harry Potter

I stood glaring at the Weasleys. I could not believe my ears.

"I understand why Ginny can't go, but I'm eighteen! I came all the way back from America to do what I could to help Harry, and now you're just going to leave me at home?"

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley exchanged a look.

"We know you want to help dear, but you arrived after we finalized the plan. We simply do not have enough protectors for another Potter. Perhaps Ginny can teach you how to knit or something while we're gone."

Fred and George sniggered. I whirled on them.

"It's nice for you to laugh. You don't have to stay here and feel helpless!"

The twins struggled to sober themselves.

"I'm sorry Angie," George said, trying to look sympathetic but failing miserably.

"Look on the bright side," Fred added, "when we come back you can give us scarves as a reward for our heroic behavior."

All I could do was scowl. The twins chuckled to themselves and trooped out the door. I stormed into the kitchen and started cleaning the pots and pans there manually. I refused to look at the others as they left. Ginny came up and started helping me. The Burrow got very silent. Mrs. Weasley bustled in and out of the kitchen getting things ready for the Order's return.

"I know how you feel," Ginny whispered to me. "I've been itching to do something ever since Harry stopped our D.A. meetings."

I sighed. "I just hate not doing anything! I couldn't get any rest in America. I knew that it wasn't fair for me to be hiding in another country when my fellow students need my help so badly."

Ginny glanced at my left hand. "You're not wearing a ring." She noticed.

I looked down at my hand. "No, Draco hasn't given me any and I don't want to go buy one. Although I think I should, just so people know I'm taken."

Ginny grinned. "I know a couple of guys who don't want you taken."

I rolled my eyes. "Please, I've already been given the lecture from Fred, George, and Ron. I do not need it from you too."

Ginny looked slightly confused. "What are you talking about?"

I frowned. "Weren't you going to give me reasons why not to marry Malfoy?"

Ginny shook her head slowly. "No. Are Fred and George giving you a hard time about it?"

I nodded my head and gave a small sigh of exasperation. "Yes. And Ron also. Harry couldn't really find the words to describe how much he thinks it's a bad idea, and Hermione's recommended a ton of books about Dark Wizard Marriages and How They Failed."

Ginny giggled. I couldn't resist a small smile. I tentatively changed the subject onto her.

"And you and Harry . . .?"

Ginny's smile froze. She looked down and scrubbed harder at her pan. I mentally slapped myself for my lack of tact. I knew that Harry had broken up with her right after Dumbledore's funeral, but I was hoping that he had come to his senses. Ginny wasn't a delicate flower to be defended. She was more powerful than I was at her age.

"He says it's to protect me," Ginny said. I could hear a scoff in her voice.

"I'm sure he's doing what he thinks is best for you."

Ginny put the pot down carefully before she exploded. "The best for me is to stay with him! Doesn't he realize that? I love him!"

My heart twinged painfully. Here was a girl declaring her love for a boy who, I was positive, loved her back where the boy I had declared my love to had been unable to reciprocate. I gave her a small smile.

"He loves you too Ginny. He does. I can tell."

Ginny just growled angrily and reached for another pot. We continued to clean in silence. When we had scoured the kitchen to Mrs. Weasley's satisfaction, we went to the sitting room to play some Exploding Snap.

"Who should be the first ones back?" I asked, glancing at the clock. It didn't help. All the hands were pointing to "mortal peril" and had been for a couple of years.

"Ron and Tonks." Ginny said, also looking at the clock.

Just then we saw a bright blue light shine from outside. We leaped to our feet and raced for the door, Ginny calling for Mrs. Weasley. When we arrived at in the yard, Mrs. Weasley went pale. There lay a rusty oil can but no Ron or Tonks. Ginny and I exchanged worried looks. Mrs. Weasley was nearly beside herself. We helped her back into the house. We had only just sat down when another blue light shone from the backyard. We jumped up again and ran for the door. Mr. Weasley and Fred were no where to be seen. We sat down again. Another blue light. We jumped up. Then Mrs. Weasley screamed. There were two figures in the yard. The humongous shape of Hagrid and a Harry Potter.

We rushed out the door.

"Harry? You are the real Harry? What happened? Where are the others?" cried Mrs. Weasley.

Harry looked pale and he was shaking.

"What d'you mean? Isn't anyone else back?" Harry panted.

Mrs. Weasley didn't even have to answer. Harry proceeded to tell us about being attacked by Death Eaters. I gasped. How had they known? I was standing back a ways while Hagrid asked for some brandy. Mrs. Weasley rushed back to the house to get some. I wondered for a moment why she didn't just summon it with her wand, but as she hurried past I could see tears on her cheeks.

Ginny started explaining to Harry what had happened with the other Portkeys. I shifted nervously from one foot to the other. Mrs. Weasley came running back with a bottle of brandy which she gave to Hagrid. Just then another blue light appeared. Ginny gasped and pointed to it.

"Mum!" she shouted.

I turned to look at the two figures she was pointing to. Remus Lupin was supporting George who seemed to be unconscious. As I rushed forward I saw that he's face was covered in blood. Harry got there before I did however, and grabbed George's legs. Together Lupin and Harry carried the unconscious Weasley into the Burrow and laid him down on the sofa. When the light fell on George's face, Ginny and I gasped in horror. A bloody hole had taken the place of George's left ear. Blood was gushing out onto the sofa and all over his clothes. I placed my hand over my mouth as Mrs. Weasley bent over him.

Ginny looked pale and I was sure I did too. Lupin grabbed Harry and dragged him away but I hardly noticed. I could only stare at George's white face, his freckles standing out like specks of dust. Mrs. Weasley got right to cleaning up the wound and Ginny rushed to the kitchen and came back with a clean towel. I could only stand there a feel helpless. I dropped to my knees at the head of the sofa and just took to brushing George's blazing red hair off his forehead and out of the way of Mrs. Weasley's work.

After a while Harry came back. I could tell he was still a bit shaken.

"How is he?"

Mrs. Weasley looked up. "I can't make it grow back, not when it's been removed by Dark Magic. But it could have been so much worse. . . . He's alive."

"Yeah," said Harry. "Thank God."

Ginny turned to Harry. "Did I hear someone else in the yard?" She asked.

Harry nodded. "Hermione and Kingsley."

Ginny whispered something that I couldn't hear. I was too busy watching George's face for signs of life. A loud crash sounded from the kitchen. I whipped my head up to look as Mr. Weasley burst into the sitting room. Fred was right behind him. They both looked pale but otherwise fine. Mrs. Weasley started sobbing. Mr. Weasley dropped to his knees beside George's still form. Fred stood behind the sofa, looking down at his twin dumbfounded. I stood and hurried over to him. Looking into his shocked face I didn't know what to say. Instead of trying I just reached out and took his hand. He didn't even notice but kept his gaze on George.

George started to stir. Mrs. Weasley dropped down next to Mr. Weasley.

"How do you fell, Georgie?" she whispered.

George groped at the hole in the side of his head.

"Saintlike," he murmured.

"What's wrong with him?" croaked Fred, looking terrified. His fingers tightened around mine. "Is his mind affected?"

"Saintlike," repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. "You see . . . I'm holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?"

I resisted the urge to burst out laughing figuring Mrs. Weasley wouldn't be able to take it from the way she was sobbing harder than ever. I bit my lip hard to keep from smiling and glanced at Fred. Color was returning to his pale face.

"Pathetic," he told George. "Pathetic! With the whole world of ear-related humor before, you go for holey?"

I dropped Fred's hand and backed away, finally grinning. George's grin matched mine as he turned to his mother.

"Ah well, you'll be able to tell us apart now, anyway, Mum." He looked around. "Hi, Harry — you are Harry, right?"

I suddenly remembered Harry. I had forgotten about him in the return of Mr. Weasley and George's awakening. Harry moved closer to the sofa.

"Yeah, I am," he said.

"Well, at least we got you back okay," said George. "Why aren't Ron and Bill huddled round my sickbed?"

"They're not back yet, George," said Mrs. Weasley. George's grin faded. Harry and Ginny left to go outside. I pulled up a chair for Fred and collapsed next to it on the ground, eye level with George. Mrs. Weasley continued to tend George as Mr. Weasley told of what had happened to him and Fred. It wasn't nearly exciting as George's story when he told it. Fred made him give us all the details. When he was done I stared at him openmouthed.

"It was Snape?" I asked.

"I got a quick look at him right before he hit me with his spell. I couldn't really tell since there was another Death Eater in front of him. But I could recognize that greasy hair anywhere."

Fred snickered softly. I spoke up.

"When do I get to be a part of the Order?" I asked loudly.

Fred shifted in his chair but I didn't look up at him. George avoided my eyes and Mr. Weasley scratched his head. Mrs. Weasley was the one who answered me.

"We just don't want to have to fight your fiancée, dear," she said calmly.

"But it's perfectly alright for you all to fight my fiancée?"

Mrs. Weasley flushed. "That's not what I meant," she said, flustered.

"Look, I know Draco's on the wrong side. But he's not evil. I know he's not."

"Of course not," Fred muttered. "Just a cowardly git, is all."

I stood, fuming. "I've heard enough from you Fred Weasley!" I turned to George who had started snickering. "And you too George. One more word and I'll hex you both so badly you'll think your feet are ears!"

"At least then I'd have two!" George pointed out.

I was about to say something else when Ginny came running in.

"Ron's back!" She cried. "And he's okay!"

Mrs. Weasley burst into tears once more. She stood and raced for the door. Mr. Weasley followed. I took one more look at Fred and George before going outside with Ginny at my heels. I hugged Ron as soon as his parents were finished with him. He sure had gotten tall. A thestral landed a few feet away. Bill and his fiancée Fleur slid from its back. They looked windswept but otherwise unscathed. Mrs. Weasley rushed forward to hug her eldest son. I couldn't help but notice that his return hug was half-hearted.

"Mad-Eye's dead." He announced hollowly.

Everyone froze. Silence covered the group. Bill proceeded to explain. Apparently Voldemort had flown at Mad-Eye and Mundungus. Dung had panicked and Disapparated. Voldemort's Killing Curse hit Mad-Eye Moody right in the face. He fell from his broom. Bill broke off in a half sob. I was mainly in shock. I hadn't known Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody very well, but I knew how much the others liked him. A few silent moments passed before people seemed to realize that the last two we were waiting for would never show up. We trudged back into the house.

Fred and George were laughing at something when we arrived in the sitting room. Fred scanned our faces as we entered.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "What's happened? Who's—?"

"Mad-Eye," said Mr. Weasley. "Dead."

The twins looked shocked. Everyone seemed at a loss as to what to do next. I was looking at my feet and not watching anyone else, so I was surprised when a glass full of firewhiskey appeared in front of me. I took it wordlessly. I looked up just in time to see Bill lift his glass.

"Mad-Eye," he toasted.

"Mad-Eye," I echoed along with the others. I put the glass to my lips and drank. It burned on the way down but I didn't really care. I looked over at the twins. There was no trace of a smile on either of their faces.

Bill started explaining to the others why he thought we shouldn't want to tear Mundungus limb from limb, but I wasn't listening. First Sirius Black, now Mad-Eye Moody. How many more would have to die before Voldemort was defeated? They spoke of going to find Mad-Eye's body. Harry wanted to go but when everyone told him he couldn't, he got mad and stormed away. Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance before following him.

I didn't feel like staying up. It was late and I was tired. I said a vague goodnight to whoever wanted to listen and made my way up the stairs to the room I shared with Hermione and Ginny. Flopping down on the bed roll I had been sleeping on, I closed my eyes. As soon as I did however, I saw George's face covered in blood. I opened my eyes quickly, breathing heavily. I told myself it was silly to have nightmares about it. George would be fine, one ear less but alive. I had no reason to go freaking out. I closed my eyes again and struggled to fall asleep.

However as I drifted off, George's blood covered face appeared to me again, this time distorting itself and becoming the dead, white face of Cedric Diggory. I broke out in a cold sweat but was too exhausted to force myself away again. The mental image soon died but I could not forget it. I fell into a restless sleep.

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