Hullo. Sorry for the lack of updating! *hangs head in shame* This story is almost done, and I'm unwanting to finish it. It's been so much fun to write, but I want to finish it before I start college...Let's see how this works out. I think I'll be able to do it though! I only have at most two chapters until I change this story from "In-progress" to "Complete." *Pauses a moment to wipe away a tear* I want to thank every single one of you for keeping with me, for reading this story. I hope you enjoyed it. I hope you love Silwen as much as I do.
I quote Voldemort's speech in this chapter's end...The one where he tells people to stop fighting for an hour and bury their dead, where he tells Harry that Harry has one hour to come and meet Voldemort or Voldemort will enter the fight personally.
The part right after the Fiendfyre, the commotion, that's Fred's death scene.
Please tell me if I haven't tied up loose ends. Yes, I still have one more, I think to tighten, in the next chapter or or two, but if you see something that doesn't make sense or that is a glitch, please inform me and I will fix it! Thank you! Thank you, thank you!
Note: This is a jumbled mess of a chapter. It's not exactly canon. You have been warned.
"My first thousand, go down and kill whoever you find in your path! We will have ten waves, each going in thousands. Each new one descending on my command! I am staying here and directing the waves. Now, Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and my dear little Snape, find Potter, stop him!" shouted Voldemort, brandishing his wand and shoving Silwen away from him, handing her her wand. "I'm going to let you use it." She ran over to Draco, taking her hand in his among the pandemonium that had erupted the minute the army had descended onto the castle.
From the masses, Crabbe and Goyle, people Silwen hadn't seen in months, ran along them.
"Hey! Wait!" called a voice Silwen dreaded, making her stumble. "Silly, stop running!" The Master was coming along, easily catching up with them. "I'm going to make sure you do your job, little one, then you're mine..." he hissed, running beside her other side.
Turning his head, Draco attempted to pull Silwen to his other side, but the Master grabbed her hand, suspending her between them. "Enjoy your boyfriend while you still can," shouted the Master.
Yet despite Draco and the Master's yells and pullings, Silwen didn't pay attention to them. What was going on in the Great Hall was much more...riveting. For inside the castle, ready to meet Voldemort's fury was...a miracle. Thausands of witches and wizards from all over the world, summoned here thanks to the Order of the Pheonix and Mr. Giles, fighting the Dementors, giants, vamipres, other creatures, and Death Eaters, laughing at the army who suddenly found their magical muggle weapons...backfiring on them. Voldemort's Army was having serious trouble managing the purposely faulty weapons, trying to find countercurses to block the black-eye-giving-smoking-guck-squirting-cream-spilling-havoc-wreaking effects. The weapon owners were livid. But the vampires that the Vulturi had supplied were faring better; their bodies were their weapons. Yet, new vampires were fighting the red-pupiled ones, new vampires led by none other than Edward and a very white, very strong Bella (Silwen assumed). And even better, Edward's side was winning. Silwen shouted a thank you to Edward as she ran past. Edward is fighting here. I wonder who his allies are.
Suddenly, Silwen forgot about moving. A blue box had appeared in the middle of the Great Hall, squashing discarded weapons. A glorious thrumming filled the room, and for a second everyone stopped moving to watch the TARDIS gain substance. The door swung open, just as the second wave of Voldemort's army hit, throwing curses everywhere. But from inside came a shout, "Victory to the Jammy Dodgers Team!" And a second wave of defenders swarmed out of the box. Yet, more astonishing was the fact that hardly any of the new fighters were human. Most were quite obviously from different planets.
However, Silwen didn't notice really notice the new army. A human head with frizzy hair appeared, shooting a gun despite the faint "No guns, River, I told you!" So, it was the bow-tie Doctor; Silwen had recognized the slightly arrogant lilt and saw a flash of a red bow tie from inside. She smiled, and with a large burst of energy, broke away from Draco and the Master, running towards the TARDIS. She weaved inbetween everyone, casting a mobile shield charm around her, and dove into River's arms, even though River was shooting her gun at several oncoming vampires Angelus had sent.
In the corner of her eye, she saw a small blonde fighting Spike, a skinny, dark skinned girl fighting Drusilla, and an obviously English man fighting Angelus with the help of...Dr. Horrible. Surprisingly, Dr. Horrible and the English stranger were holding up a good fight. But it looked like Spike, Dru, and Angelus were trying to run away... Silwen allowed herself a smile as she pulled away from River.
"I thought you wouldn't come back..." said Silwen, wiping away a tear, and casting a small dome of protection around the two of them. Every noise, and person instantly seemed to vanish from existence. River returned the hug, wiping away her own tears.
"You're my godchild, I can't abandon you, sweetie," replied River. "I never will, I promise."
Silwen nodded, looking at River, noticing a thin, golden band around River's ring finger on her left hand. "You're..."
"Married. Which makes the Doctor your godfather," said River, smirking at the Doctor, who was shouting directions to Jack, Amy, and Rory. "Now, I do have to go out and fight. After this is over, we can talk."
"And I have a mission to complete..." murmured Silwen, giving River a second hug and lifting the dome.
"Go then and I'll see you soon!" shouted River, now that they had returned to the commotion.
"SILWEN!" came Draco's frantic call as he ran over to her. "We found Potter heading to Room of Requirement! Let's go! Crabbe and Goyle are already headed that way!"
A third wave of Voldemort's army stormed into the castle, but Draco and Silwen managed to avoid curses and bodies. Bodies standing as well as bodies lying on the floor. It took everything she had not to stop and cry over them, mourn their bravery on both sides. Yes, both sides possessed bravery and should be remembered.
"We're here," panted Draco, somehow opening the door. Carefully, he stepped through and stood back to give Silwen space to enter the room.
When her eyes adjusted to the dim light, Silwen stared in horror. Spike, Angelus, and Drusilla had managed to get away from the Slayer (she assumed that was the petite blonde) and find what they were looking for...A great, stone demon that was slowly opening its jaw. On the other side of the room, Harry, Weasley, and Granger were fighting Crabbe and Goyle, holding...Ravenclaw's diadem of all things.
Draco ran over to the young generation while Silwen sprinted to the door. Quickly, she sent a message Patronus to the Slayer, telling her where Acathla was, left the door open with a charm and ran back to Draco.
"What's the diadem for, Potter? Do you really think it will fit over your thick head?" jeered Draco. Apparently, he was still angry about the incident in his manor.
"We're trying to save the world, you stupid git!" yelled Ron, holding an odd sort of...fang in his hand. If Silwen didn't know better, she would have said it was a basilisk fang.
"Harry," said Silwen as she cast a half-hearted Freezing charm in Hermione's direction, "Have you seen the memories yet?"
"Is this really the time, Snape to be asking that?" yelled Harry over the sudden commotion; Buffy had found the room, starting to battle with Angelus. Oddly, Spike was sneaking away, carrying a sleeping Drusilla in his arms. Interesting...
"It's my last chance to, Potter, so yes!" responded Silwen, sending a Jelly Legs Jinx in his direction. "You must see those memories! Now! Dumbledore said that those memories are the most crucial memories he possesses! Dumbledore needs you to see them!"
Harry groaned, and Silwen realized with a jolt, that it wasn't a loud groan, but a soft one. If she heard it then that meant it had grown quieter. Why?...She looked around to where Angelus and the Slayer had been battling moments ago.
The Slayer was gone. And Acathla was frozen once more, its jaws closed. Angelus was nowhere in sight. What happened? she wondered, casting a small flame spell at the edges of Weasley's robes. She breathed a sigh of relief. At least the world wasn't going to be destroyed by Acathla...But that didn't mean that the battle was over.
All at once, either Crabbe or Goyle muttered someting and flames shot out of his wand. Flames that took the shape of creatures far worse than what Acathla looked like, with tongues of flame. The idiot had cast Fiendfyre.
"RUN!" shouted Draco, grabbing Silwen's hand and dashing to the door, only to be met by a sudden tongue of flame trying to lick them into its jaws. Then, mercy flew from above and Silwen found herself lifted into the air, Draco as well. She looked up, meeting Ron's eyes. His hands gripped her as Harry held on to Draco. Hermione, on Ron's broom, also held on to Silwen. "I'm not letting you fall!" screamed Hermione above the noise of flame and ruination. Behind them, the fyre devoured everything in its path. Things melted, crashed to the ground, and shrieked in agony as they perished in the malicious flames.
A thick, coiling, spitting creature's claw reached for them, trying to catch them, but just before it touched any of them, they flew through the door and magically Binded the door shut.
"Crabbe..." muttered Draco, desolate, crumpling on the floor. Crabbe had tripped inside, and hadn't gotten up quickly enough to evade his own curse.
"He's dead," spat Ron harshly.
"Harry, watch that memory. Now," hissed Silwen, rushing to Draco, helping him up. "That object you had-"
"It's destroyed," breathed Hermione, wrapping an arm around Ron. "The cup is too, Harry. We-" she stopped abruptly when when she remembered that Silwen was still there.
"I think I'll visit Dumbledore's office, alone, if you don't mind. You two, stay here, help fight. I'll be back soon..." said Harry, running off to his destination. Suddenly, cries from a corridor near the one they were in made Ron and Hermione snap to attention.
"Right, we'll be off, then!" said Ron, nodding at the three Slytherins.
"Thank you, for saving my life...Ron!" shouted Silwen as he and Granger ran towards the noise. They must know the people there.
"Come on, let's find my parents and get out of this mess," muttered Draco, leaning heavily on Silwen who staggered under his weight. Where was Goyle? She looked around. He must have gone off somewhere, she thought irritatedly. Git.
Silwen stopped walking. "Draco. Draco, I can't carry you, and if you keep on leaning on me, I think I'm going to collapse. Please, please, we'll find your parents faster if you use your legs better."
Groaning again, Draco slowly started to walk with as much strength as he had left. But he had hardly any. And as Silwen realized this, she found a corner, sat Draco and herself down, cast a powerful Disillusionment and Protego charm on them both and together they rested, completely ignoring everything transpiring around them, unaware of the time passing. A bubble of peace, a small haven in the midst of hell. They had each other. And that was the only comfort they needed. Until the voice came. A voice that shattered her soul once more.
"You have fought valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. Yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste. Lord Voldemort is merciful. I command my forces to retreat immediately. You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured. I speak now, Harry Potter, Directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour. And, little Slytherin, I request your presence by my side once more. I need to give you away."
"Sil, n-no. Y-you c-can't l-leave m-me," stuttered Draco. "I-I n-nee-"
But Silwen cut him off. "Pertrificus Totalus," she said, tears flooding down her cheeks, she bent down, and kissed him on the lips, letting her fingers run through his hair, find their place on his neck. Finishing, she stood up, and whispered as she walked away, "I love you, Draco."