(Day of the Battle: Part 4)

Aubrielle went bounding back into the courtyard as soon as her lips left Neville's. She didn't want to look back; she didn't want to think about it. She knew she still had a lot of fighting ahead of her. Just her. And now, her one mission was keeping Nielah safe at any costs. Period. She scanned the battlefield, searching for the long brown curls. She had to be here. Aubrielle turned to her left; one death eater, a young male, was raising his wand towards her. Thing is, she was pissed off as Hell because of her mother and she was not holding back at all. Her wand was already up and raised before the death eater could blink.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

In a matter of seconds, he was frozen on the ground. Another one came at her front about 20 feet ahead. Again, he had no idea who he was up against.

"STUPEFY!"

Boom. He flew back, completely knocked out, and crumpled to the ground with a loud thud. Aubrielle kept firing spell after spell as more death eaters came towards the Ravenclaw. She was easily beating most of them, since most the death eaters were not intelligent or properly trained, and her intensity level was rising by the minute. She was a one woman army.

"LEVICORPUS!"

"STUPEFY!"

"PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!"

"CONFUNDUS!"

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

She was creating a path of petrified and blacked out bodies in her wake as she continued on her rage-induced mission. She didn't care who came at her. Hell, it could be fucking Voldemort himself and she would fight him. Her family had been ripped out from underneath her by her own fucking father. No, she wasn't angry; she was livid. The tears were gone, the pain was numbing, and everything had been replaced by pure rage. The hexes were flowing out of her wand like water as she continued to search for her little sister. She just needed to find Nielah. Nielah. She walked out towards the stone bridge that was slowly being destroyed as the war continued on. She could see her! The younger Song sister was fighting an older woman who looked like she had some serious talent. Aubrielle went hurdling towards her but was stopped short when a familiar face cut her off, stepping right in between her and her sister. Wrong move.

"Well well. Aubrielle Song. We meet again."

Her hazel eyes narrowed as her new target came closer to her. "Theo Nott. How was Azkaban?"

"Wonderful actually. It made me tough; made me stronger. It also gave me plenty of time to figure out how to get revenge on you."

"On me? You put yourself there the second the Unforgivable came out of your mouth. You have no one to blame but yourself."

"Yeah? Well I still like revenge…"

"Stupefy!"

The Slytherin just barely missed her curse. He looked at her with disgust.

"Petrificus To-"

But she was better than that. She had already anticipated his spell and countered it perfectly.

"Expelliarmus!"

Theo's wand went flying out of his hand and off the bridge to the great unknown below. She had no idea how far down the drop was, but that thing was lost forever. Theo turned back to Aubrielle, stunned, but then twisted his mouth into an evil smirk. Her wand was pointed right at his head.

"Nice one Song. Looks like I underestimated you. How did you get that good anyway? Neville giving you lessons in return for you fucking him?"

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH."

"I'm just saying. So you got me where you want me. Do it. Kill me Song. After all, I did torture you. I almost killed you."

Her wand was lightly shaking as he egged her on. She could never kill him; she could never kill anybody really. He knew that too. He started laughing at her.

"I knew it. You're still too weak. You can't do anything-"

"Stupefy!"

He ate his words as he was shot backwards into the air. He hit a brick awkwardly and Aubrielle could hear his vertebrae snap. She didn't know if he was paralyzed or dead, but the brick had done it, not her. She ran to her sister, who had just knocked out the old witch.

"Aubs!"

"Nielah behind you!"

It was just the two of them, the two Song girls, on the bridge as more death eaters came by them. They stood in the middle of the bridge with their backs together.

"You ready Nie?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Always am."

"Lets do this."

They started firing off hexes and curses as the death eaters came in pairs. They took it all in stride and didn't falter at all. It was really them against the world.

o.O.o

Even though she said she was fine performing magic, Dean was still scared shitless for Emolly. Sure, she had been able to perform Alohamora and Levicorpus, but those were simple spells. What would happen if she tried something harder like Stupefy or Petrificus Totalus? What if she had to conjure up a patronus? She didn't know how those more powerful spells would affect her. So, Dean decided to stay with her and fight along side his girlfriend. He didn't care how distracted he would be; he wanted to be there just to make sure that she was okay. Even though she had promised him that she would run the second she felt pain, Dean also knew that she would purposely ignore it and continue to fight through it. The blonde turned back to him with a new excitement in her eyes.

"Where should we go?"

"What do you mean?"

"Where should we fight? Where do they need help?"

"Oh…err… I was stationed at the Astronomy Tower before-"

"LETS GO!"

She shot up the stairs like a bolt of lightning and she kind of looked like one too with her long blonde hair. She was way too excited to see action. Dean followed her, struggling to keep up.

"Em! Slow down! You don't know how many death eaters are going to-"

But she was already at the tower, and was stopped at the doorway, dead in her tracks. Her eyes were narrowed and zoned in on someone that Dean couldn't see yet. He finally caught up to her and sucked in his breath when he saw the back of the guy's head that Emolly was looking at. He quickly pulled Emolly behind a near column before the wizard could see either of them.

"You don't need to go in there. We can turn and run away from here right now. I know you want to fight, but we can just as easily fight in the courtyard or at the bridge or-."

"No. If I run, I'm just running away from my problems. Everything has led up to this. This was meant to happen."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"I'm not leaving your side."

"I don't want you to."

"Okay. I love you Emolly."

"I love you too."

They quickly kissed before heading back to the tower's threshold. Emolly looked to see that Daphne Greengrass was already fighting the man in question. Emolly caught her friend's eye to make it known to her that this was your fight.

"This one's mine Daphne. Stand down."

The two stopped dueling and the man turned to Emolly. As soon as he saw the witch he couldn't help but grin. This was just too perfect for him.

"Emolly. Looking good, as always."

"Gee, thanks. No thanks to you though…Blaise."

The Slytherin eyed her up and down, taking in her school girl skirt and dazzling amber eyes. It was obvious that he was going to taunt her and diminish her, even during a damn war. Emolly raised her wand and pointed it towards him, which made him chuckle.

"What? Are you going to hex me? You would never do that and you know it."

"Oh really?"

"Really."

Dean and Daphne watched on as Blaise smugly crossed his arms over his chest. Dean wanted to kill him. It was disgusting to hear how he was talking to her, this girl that he had raped and brutally beat, without any remorse. The Gryffindor could feel the blood boiling under his skin as Blaise flashed an evil smile towards Emolly. Dean wanted to knock the dirty bastard out. Daphne leaned in to Dean with her wand still pointed at her former friend.

"Should we step in?"

"No. This is Emolly's battle to fight, not ours. We'll only step in if it's necessary."

"Okay. Just say the word."

Blaise put his arms out wide, opening himself up to Emolly and egging her to take a shot at him. "C'mon. If you're gonna hit me, hit me. But I still think you're too fucking weak to do anyth-"

"STUPEFY!"

The Italian wizard went flying back, much to his surprise, and landed hard on his ass. Emolly didn't smile or show any sign of pleasure. Instead, she stayed cool and calm. She knew that this was far from over. He quickly got up, now pissed as Hell, and raised his wand at her.

"YOU BITCH."

"Levicorpus!"

She quickly hit him with another hex, not letting him get one off at her. He shot straight up in the air and then landed on his stomach. She heard him suck in air and it was apparent that he had the wind knocked out of him because he was gasping and sputtering. He coughed hard, finally getting the oxygen flowing through his body again. Emolly kept pounding him with spells.

"Petrificus Totalus! Rennervate!"

She quickly froze him and then revived him, giving him the worst headache and causing him to feel dizzy and light headed. She internally cursed herself when she felt the slightest bit of pain sting in her side. It was barely noticeable, but it was still there. Her attention was quickly turned back to the wizard she was fighting when he pointed his wand at her from the ground.

"St-stupefy."

He barely muttered the hex, but it was still enough to send her back and knock her off her feet. She hit a fallen portrait at a weird angle and the pain in her side severely heightened. She moaned loudly, sending Dean into a panic. He rushed over to her side and fell to the ground next to her.

"Babe, babe are you okay?"

"Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me!" Blaise was back on his feet and walking towards Emolly, who was still on the ground. Dean put his body in between the two of them. "She's with you now? She's fucking Dean Thomas now? Oh this is fucking rich Emolly! Even for you!" He laughed hysterically to taunt her, but Emolly was not in the joking mood. She lightly pushed her boyfriend aside and got back to her feet. Screw the pain; she was not about to quit. She looked at Blaise with a new found determination. He could insult her all he wanted, but the second that he brought her boyfriend into it was the second he crossed the line.

"This one is for raping me! Stupefy!"

The Slytherin hit the back wall, hard.

"This one is for throwing me down the stairs! Confundus!"

He didn't even have time to get up before the ringing in his ears started.

"This one is for beating me day after day! Levicorpus!"

She heard his leg crack as he hit the ceiling and then crumpled to the floor. The pain in her side spiked as she hit him with curse after curse. She just took it as a constant reminder as to why she was hurting him in the first place. This was all his bloody fault.

"This is for abusing me to near death! This is for changing me! This is for killing my body and my magic! THIS IS FOR YOU TO KNOW THE HELL THAT YOU HAVE PUT ME THROUGH!"

There was suddenly a large explosion as one of the walls in the tower was completely blown open by a small group of death eaters. Bricks and molding went flying everywhere and Emolly quickly hid her head in her arms to shield herself from the flying debris. There were about 5 or so death eaters that came flying in after things had settled down. Soon, Daphne and Dean were both fighting the numbers and Emolly was solely on her own. The small explosion had served as a perfect distraction, however, and Blaise was back on his feet and within a foot of the blonde. He was hobbling, due to his leg, but he was still standing.

"Incarcerous!

She screamed as the ropes shot out of his wand and bound her hands behind her back. She was now on the ground, helpless, and in a lot of pain. She was done for. He nonchalantly limped over to her and hovered over her like he owned her. She started praying to Merlin in her head because she knew that this wasn't going to be over quickly and she knew it was about to be even more painful than last time he had hurt her.

"Scum."

He kicked her hard in her side, knowing exactly where to aim. She screamed out as the pain vibrated through the core of her body. It was just too much to handle and she could feel her body reacting to the immense agony. She turned her head to the side and vomited hard. She moaned as she saw globs of blood in her puke. Not good, not good, not good. Blaise grimaced.

"Pathetic."

He brought his good leg over her left calf and stomped down hard, shattering the bones in her shin. She yelled out as her body took the worse beating ever. The tears were uncontrollably flowing out of her eyes and she could hear Dean screaming for her in the background. He was trying to get to her but there were too many death eaters. If he didn't take drastic measures soon, Emolly would be dead. Blaise looked back at the Gryffindor and then back at his ex-girlfriend.

"Oh I'll make sure he sees you when the life slowly fades from your eyes."

He reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair. She winced as he picked her up by her blonde locks and threw her back to the ground. Her head hit a fallen brick and she could now feel her thick and warm blood trickling down the side of her head. Her ears started ringing loudly as the pain over came her entire being. Her eyes got heavy as her body wanted to black out but she fought as hard as she could to stay conscious. The second she closed her eyes was the second that she gave up and she was going to fight until the very nitty gritty end. She would not make this easy for Blaise. No way in Hell. She looked over to the see the panic in Dean's face heighten even more. He was fighting three death eaters now, and holding his own quite well, but something had changed in him. It was some primal instinct that had worked its was to the surface. The witch watched through blurred vision as he began to lose it. He pointed his wand at the first death eater and chanted the Killing Curse. Green sparks shot out of his wand and hit his target. That's when Emolly knew that things seemed worse than they really were. She couldn't hear anything except for the obnoxiously loud ringing in her ears, but she could tell by the way that Dean started plucking off the dark clothed bastards that she was almost gone. Almost dead. She looked at the ground to see a small pool of blood had formed by her cheek. The dark crimson liquid was staining her skin and hair as it continued to trickle out of her head's open wound. She used the last bit of remaining energy that she had left to lift her head and sneak a glance at her broken leg. She felt like vomiting again as she saw it's twisted form. It was blue and dark purple and swelled up like a balloon. She put her head back on the ground and watched as Dean turned to Blaise with his wand drawn and blood thirst in his eyes. Even though she didn't condone murder by any means, she wanted Dean to do it. She wanted this whole thing with her and Blaise done and she wanted him to stop controlling her life. She looked on as Dean said the incantation and the green light hit Blaise in the head. She watched the Slytherin's lifeless body hit the floor. She watch his eyes roll back into his head. She saw him die, right there. It was a sight that she would have never imagined two years ago. Two years ago she genuinely loved him. Two years ago they were an amazing pair. How had things gotten to this? But there he was; white as a ghost and still as a statue. Dean came rushing over to her, bawling, and lifted her into his arms. He darted out of the Astronomy Tower and ran as fast as he could down the stairs towards the medical wing. Emolly was still bound by the ropes.

"Stay with me Em. Stay with me. Damnit Emolly don't you dare die! DAMNIT! YOU STAY AWAKE! You hear me? Breathe Emolly! Keep those eyes open! I'm going to get you help! I'm almost to Madame Pomfrey! Please Emolly please! DON'T DIE!"

He made it down the stairs and was full out sprinting towards the wing. His heart was thumping so hard in his chest that he could hear his pulse in his ears. He looked back down at Emolly to see her lids slowly closing. He placed his thumb on her wrist. She still had a pulse. It seemed decently strong for the state that she was in too. Emolly looked up at her boyfriend and weakly smiled. She wouldn't want to be in anyone else's arms. "I love you," was the last thing she whispered before her eyes closed and she completely blacked out.

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