AN: Sorry this is really short, it's an older drabble and it was an anon request from my Tumblr. Review, Favorite, or Follow if you want.
Prompt: "AU: Pansy is the one throwing the wand to Harry when he falls out of Hagrid's arms, not Draco."
Pansy never expected to end up on the wrong side.
She was supposed to fight in the Dark Lord's name.
Not against him.
It wasn't her fault, you see.
She'd just fallen for the wrong person.
Some time at night in December of nineteen-ninety-six, Pansy Parkinson stood against the stone railing of the astronomy tower. Now, she knew she wasn't supposed to be there, or awake at that ungodly hour, but she couldn't rest. Not with all the stress of Draco's mood swings and his constant secrets. She knew what he was up to, planning to sneak Death Eaters into the castle, but it wasn't her place to stop him. If Pansy ever decided to turn him over to Dumbledore then, hell, she might as well write her will.
As she contemplated the meaning behind her family name and involvement with You-Know-Who, a door creaked open from behind her.
"Yes, yes, I know. Consider me gone, Professor." She stated, rolling her eyes whilst wrapping her black cloak around her body.
"Um, I'm not a professor, Parkinson."
And that's how it started.
Little meetings in the dead of night, holding hands under the oak tree by the lake, goodbye kisses with such sad stories behind them.
Harry Potter was not supposed to be her one.
But then again, did anything go as it was supposed to?
So there she was, standing beside a crying Hermione Granger and a confused Ron Weasley.
The ginger scowled at her as she stood staring at the lifeless corpse of the Boy-Who-Lived,
Her Boy-Who-Lived.
No,
Her Harry.
Almost as soon as Voldemort finished his villain's monologue, Pansy's brave raven-haired man jumped from Hagrid's arms.
She leaped to the ground, snatching his fallen wand and tossed it at his feet screaming, "Potter!"
