A/N: Hello! Yes, I am still alive, no I have not suffered from any deathly terminal illness, I have just been busy. But I was stricken with a common aliment among writers, commonly known as writers block.
A/N part duce: Oh, and I am currently writing Ron's POV, UnderageGryffindor, and a little piece entitled A Walk in the Chamber, all three of which I'm sure you will love, b/c I loved writing them. Now on with the show!
A/N p.s.: Sorry, not a new chapter if you got an update, I am merely revisiting old chapters of mine to fix the many grammatical errors and other such mistakes that I made. Enjoy anyways!
Chapter 5: Blood & Rubies
Everything seemed to be happening at once. Ginny spun around, not sure where to turn. She found herself not sure of who to watch, which way to move. She stood frozen on the spot and watched it all happen. She watched in amazement as the castle gates flew open, and what seemed to be every witch, wizard, and creature of Hogsmede came pouring onto the grounds. In the same instant, herd upon herd of centaurs came thundering forth from the forest, the ground shaking from the thousands of hoof-beats and the air ringing with the sound of their savage war cries.
As Ginny watched all of this, entranced by the chaos and strife, something else caught her eye. She heard a cry from Voldemort and spun around to see Neville breaking free of the body-bind and pulling the hat off of his head. In one fluid motion, he had the ruby encrusted sword that he, Luna, and she had attempted to steal from Snape's office. Then, without even breaking his step, Neville thrust the sword forward and sliced off the head of the great snake Nagini.
Ginny, along with the rest of the crowd, watched as the head flew off into the distance. She heard Voldemort's anguished cry and instinctively drew her wand at the same moment that those red slits sought out Neville. Ginny unconsciously sprung forward, wand at the ready to defend him. Before she could as much as think of an incantation, Ginny heard a familiar muffled cry of "protego!" as a shield charm erupted before her eyes.
Harry? She thought wildly, spinning around to find the source of the voice. But she saw no one. Before she had a chance to ponder any of this however, she was startled back into awareness by a curse that narrowly missed her wand arm. As she spun around to face her attacker, her hair whipped about her like hungry flames waiting to consume a dead branch. With a pang of grief, she remembered how Harry had once laughed at this and told her how she looked like a warrior goddess of old.
Stop, no! You can't think of Harry right now.She chided herself, Harry is dead, and the best way to honor him is to fight for his memory, for the goal that he spent his entire life fighting for, for the freedom that cost him his life.With this new edict, Ginny fought hard. She twirled and ducked, hexed and cursed, and stunned. She refused to kill. She would not stoop to their level. Harry would not want that.
After a while, Ginny lost track of time. They could have been fighting for hours or minutes, she didn't know. As she ducked a curse thrown at her by Goyle, she spotted Bellatrix and Hermione engaged in a vicious dance. Jets of lights were flying every which way. After a moment's observation, Ginny was dismayed to discover that the majority of the lights being expelled from Bellatrix's wand were green. With that, she stunned Goyle and went to assist Hermione. They were soon joined by Luna.
Yet even with the three of them, they made no head way. Bellatrix was too consumed with admiration and devotion to her master to be easily defeated. The three girls fought hard, but it wasn't good enough. There were many near misses, but then there was a green light that flew so close to Ginny's throat that she could smell the singed hair. As she raised my wand to retaliate, she heard my mother shout from behind.
"Oh not my daughter you bitch!" an enraged Molly Weasley cried, looking quite derannged. With that they began to duel. It was a duel to the death, but whose was unclear. When the smoke settled, it was not the lean, dark haired Bellatrix Lestrange that remained standing, but the short, stout, red haired Molly Weasley.
This appeared to be that last straw for Old Voldy. With a cry of rage, Ginny saw him blasted away his three opponents to face Giher mother. She raised her wand to defend, yet not a spell came to mind. What do you do against the most feared wizard of all time?
Yet before Ginny had enough time to ponder this, that familiar voice sounded again. As the shield charm erupted, she knew she couldn't be crazy this time. She was not the only one that had heard it. Nearly every other head in the hall was turned, looking for the source of the shield. And out of thin air, the body of Harry Potter appeared.