Pointless disclaimer:

I am not JKRowling. I did not write the Harry Potter series. I do not own the characters. If you seriously did not know that, I have no words for you. This is . none of the writers are the original writers!

On that note. This is also a work of fiction. Any resemblence to real people is unlikely, unintentional, and unlikely (With the exception of Nicholas Flammel, creator of the Philosopher's Stone. He actually did exist).

Dark Lady: Aftermath

Chapter 2

A new day had dawned on Hogwarts. Already the walls were being rebuilt. Stones levitated back into place. But many were grieving for the loss of loved ones. The Weasleys mourned for Fred. The Order mourned for Remus and Tonks. Families came to find their loved ones, living or not.

But Hogwarts was not the only thing being rebuilt. Kingley Shackelbolt was named the interim Minister of Magic. Already he was working towards reorganizing and action. There were still muggle-born in Azkaban, which was run by dementors and the remaining death eaters and snatchers. There would be another battle coming up. In fact many things were happening, but a story needs an antagonist, a villain, and the villains were being mopped up. So the most important thing that happened after the Battle of Hogwarts was a friendship that formed later that night.

Triage was in effect in the Hospital Wing. Lavender Brown had been taken to the infirmary. She was badly mauled by the werewolf, but Madam Pomfrey did what she could anyways. Someone had found Pansy's body and brought her in too. Justin Finch-Fletchley, Angus Matlock, and Alannis Sheppley were only given muggle pain medication. Since the Hospital Wing's storerooms were running low, those whose injuries were not severe and could wait for treatment gritted through the pain.

Pansy had spent the day lying in a bed. Madam Pomfrey checked on her periodically, but as nothing was wrong with her, she treated the girl as suffering from shock. There where plenty of beds, so the med-witch allowed her to stay. She had likely seen her parents killed in battle, she reasoned.

So it was to a dark quiet room wing, filled with injured, sedated wizards and witches that Pansy finally moved. She sat up and sighed. Looking around she guessed there were at least 20 other people here. She had never seen the wing so full. She picked up her pillow and hugged it.

"You need chocolate," whispered a giggle.

Pansy let out a silent shriek as she spun to face the voice. She saw Lavender Brown in the bed next to her. The Griffindor beauty had several bites and few a scratches on her skin. Despite the apparent pain, Lavender giggled again and pointed at the Slytherin, "Dementor attack." She dropped her voice an octave.

"Brown," she hissed, "What are you blathering about?"

The blonde started to float above her bed. Pansy could barely see her in the dimly lit room. "You are sad. Barely moved all day. Depressed." The voice began to drift away. "Dementor attack."

Pansy felt her stomach drop. Brown was a pure-blood. Every lost pure-blood was a tragedy in the war. They were not the ones who should have died. The war was to be for their benefit. Our benefit, she corrected herself.

Brown's giggling voice glided over the floor. "Where does she keep the chocolate?"

"What happened to you?" Pansy asked.

"Wolf-man jumped me. Wolf-man clawed me. Wolf-man bit me," she answered in a sing-song, "Pain, pain, pain. Then no more." She finished with a burst of giggles.

"I'm sorry," whispered Pansy. "You might have lived if he'd won."

The voice floated back, "Oh but he did win. He killed him. Problem is, to do it he had to kill himself." Pansy waivered, Lavender was on the other side. Who was she speaking about?

She caught Lavender's hair illuminated by lamplight before she disappeared in darkness again. "Really he had no chance of not winning. Sure didn't seem that way last week, but if you think about it, there was no way for it not to happen eventually."

"MS. BROWN," Madam Pompfrey's voice thundered as she entered the wing. "I told you staying off your feet includes charming yourself to levitate!"

The lights flared as Pompfrey walked passed the beds. Lavender looked at Pansy and whispered, "I'm in trouble again." Pansy got a good look at the witch. She was just leviating herself, but the strain had caused her wounds to bleed. She could see the rakes of Fenir's hand as the blood seeped through the thin hospital gown. The man had kept his fingernails long and transmuted them to be thick so he could leave scars as a man as well as wolf. Though the girl looked awful, Pansy found herself relieved to see her alive yet.

Pompfrey used her wand to guide Lavender back to bed while the girl giggled some more. Pansy watched as the medwitch recast her spells to replace bandages. "Why's she giggling?" she finally asked.

"Ms Brown suffered some near fatal injuries." Pomfrey explained, "We didn't have enough to heal her fully, so she volunteered to wait until more potions could be made. Until then we are using a muggle painkiller called morphine. I fear it may be reacting to one of the magical potions we gave her earlier." As she finished, Pomfrey turned her attention to Parkison.

"Well it is night time, but I suppose you don't want to go back to sleep. There's a bell on your night stand. A few house elves are awake to prepare food and medicine, and you need to eat." Pansy started to object, but the medwitch would not hear it. "and no sweets, get something healthy!"

After she left, the Slytherin perfect pressed the button on the bell. With a pop, a house-elf appeared. "I'd like some," she looked at Lavender, "Chocolate."

"Lassy remembers Madam clearly saying for healthy, no sweets." The house-elf answered.

Pansy fumbled for a bit. She had no idea how to handle a house-elf who didn't immediately obey her. She put her hand in her pocket and found a button, a sickle, and 14 knuts.

"That will do," Lassy said taking the button and 8 knuts, "Bananas are healthy. One Banana Sunday a la mode with chocolate ice cream, chocolate syrup, and substituting a brownie for the banana," She disappeared and reappeared with the food.

Pansy took a bite of the ice cream and offered some to Lavender. She shook her head, "I was kissed by a werewolf, not a dementor." She whispered. Then Lavender dipped a finger into the chocolate syrup and licked it clean. "If I float away again, Pompfrey threatened to tie me down."

Pansy took a bite of her brownie thoughtfully. "What did you mean it would happen eventually?"

Lavender turned her head and drunkenly mumbled. "Purebloods lost. We lost. We couldn't keep breeding with cousins forever. And there were too few of us. Less now. We were going to lose. We though ourselves better. But fate has chosen the inferior over us and they are not inferior. And you know what hurts the most? When you look back you back at it, you realize she was actually better than me the whole time, and I was the joke."

The pair sat in silence; Pansy ate her sweets thinking about how her life had changed; Lavender stared at the ceiling thinking about Ron and how his mud-blood girlfriend stole him. And yet, if it was not for Hermione, Lavender would be floating around as a ghost.

Thus ends Chapter 2. And we see the first two options for the Dark Lady. Pansy the Slytherin girl who stayed true to Voldemort. And Lavender Brown the Griffendor who lost Ron to a muggle-born.