Heart of Hogwarts 108. Finally Over

“Samuels, what are you doing?” He snarled at Dylan, who swished his wrist causing my necklace to be ripped from my neck, the chain breaking into small pieces on the ground and the heart pendant rose in the air. “My boy, give me the pendant?”

Why do they both want the pendant? I inquired, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion at my floating necklace. A thought of my talk with Dumbledore 5th year was the only thing that came to mind.

“Miss. Potter, I know how upset you are about your godfather…” Dumbledore began before sitting next to me on my small dorm bed.

“You have no idea, professor.” I muttered, angrily, clenching my hands around my blankets.

“Nicole, please. It is neither yours or Harry’s fault.” He cooed, rubbing my back, causing me to relax and soften my grip.

“I know sir, I just…I just miss him.” I sobbed, hugging Dumbledore tightly, afraid that I would have lost him too. “I didn’t even get the chance to get to know him better.” I sniffled, pulling away to wipe my eyes.

“Yes, a few years knowing someone that was suppose to have a big part in your life is not enough time but alas…fate has a strange way of choosing ways for our paths.” He explained as I nodded, strangely enough understanding what the wise, old wizard was saying. He smiled at me and reached for my mothers necklace, that was passed down to me, admiring it he looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes. “An important piece of history that necklace, Miss. Potter. Please do take care of it and choose what needs to be done when the time is right.” He told me as this time my understanding expression changed into a confused one.

“Professor?” I questioned whilst he stood up and walked to my dorm door.

“You could be someone’s enemy or foe, but in the end the secret within you will be key.” He finished and before I had a chance to ask what he meant, he had disappeared.

“The final Horcrux.” I whispered to myself, looking up at the glowing green pendant.

“Dylan.” Voldemort persisted, trying hard not to raise his voice whilst putting his hand out to Dylan.

“Dylan…don’t.” I begged him softly when he turned to face me with sorrow in his eyes.

“Yes sir.” He replied ignoring me and moving his wand slowly towards a very cheerful Voldemort’s direction, taking all hope with it.

“Ah, that’s my boy.” Voldemort grinned, looking over at me with a victorious and malicious glimmer in his eyes.

The necklace was being positioned into Voldemort’s hand, my head lowering to the ground in defeat until I heard the one spell I didn’t think I would hear.

“Bombarda.” Dylan shouted as my head shot up to see my pendant smashing into shards and a small white puff of smoke being evaporated into thin air.

“Stupid mudblood!” Voldemort roared, raising his hand and knocking Dylan a few feet away before slowly approaching him.

Dylan quickly stood up and that’s how the fight between the two began, showing clearly that Dylan had changed sides for the better. I smiled weakly before being grabbed from behind and thrown to the floor. “Ouch!” I groaned rubbing the back of my head, which was now bleeding from the impact of hitting the ground. “You?” I questioned, pushing myself to stand up, which after the first few knocks to the ground was okay but now it was beginning to take it’s toll with me.

“Miss. Potter, who would have thought such a young, useless child could cause so much chaos. You would have been great on our side.” Rudolphus smirked as I regained composure and placed my hands on my hips.

“Well you know me being the drama queen that I am Rudolphus, I like to cause a chaotic scene.” I grinned and aimed my wand at him. “Just like practice?”

“Just like practice.” He agreed and shot a non-verbal spell at me, that I quickly deflected. “Getting better I see, too bad your pathetic brother wasn’t around to see you now.”

“Expelliamous.” I shouted as his wand zoomed into my hand, making him powerless. “Don’t you dare speak about my brother in that way. Cru…”

“Alvanako.” Someone interrupted my spell, causing Rudolphus to disappear. “He has been sent to Azkaban where a few of the Order members will be keeping an eye on him and the death eaters.”

“You should have just let me kill him here and now, Snape.” I glowered not turning around to face him.

“Ah yes but then I would have the misfortune of explaining to your friends the reason as to why you were in a jail cell in Azkaban along with the death eaters.” He replied and I could almost sense the smirk beaming off of his face.

“Always looking out for yourself, aye Snapey?” I smirked, turning around to give him a thankful smile before walking towards more death eaters.

“Ah, well if it isn’t poor, little Potter.” A sickening voice cooed in a baby tone, freezing my blood as I turned to face the death eater.

“Ready to get blasted to Azkaban with your filthy husband.” I snarled to Bellatrix Lestrange, narrowing my eyes on her twitchy eyes. I guess Azkaban brings back some bad memories. I smirked, pulling out my wand and facing it towards her.

“It wont come to that, Mudblood!” She screeched, sending an unspoken spell at me, knocking me harshly to the muddy gravel below.

Me skidding a meter away, covering my arms and legs in gashes and mud caused Bellatrix to cackle evilly, putting down her defense whilst she laughed at my pain. Perfect opportunity to blast the witch into smithereens; if I wasn’t on the ground with my breath caught in my throat and myself struggling to even stand.

“Pathetic.” She spat shaking her head in disgust. “You should have stayed on our side, at least then you would have had an opportunity to survive.”

“Survival… doesn’t have anything to do with… how strong you are.” I coughed, forcing myself up. “It’s about your courage…and friendship.” I explained, swishing my hand to knock her to the ground. “That I why you will never…win.” Wiping my blood from my lip, I nodded behind Bellatrix where an old friend was waiting for her.

“Stupid girl.” She snickered, sending me one of her family’s most brilliant smirks. “You actually think that you will be able to defeat me.”

“Not me. But maybe him.” I pointed to a brave Gryffindor standing behind her, wand shakily aimed at her, but with a courageous auror about him.

“You! I hope St. Mungo’s have a nice little cozy bed next to mummy and daddy for you.” She glowered, standing with her wand at the ready.

“No, but Azkaban has a place for you. Expelliamous!” Neville bellowed, sending Bellatrix hurdling to the ground again, snapping her head towards him in anger.

“You will pay! Avada…” She began as Neville stood still, either from the freezing charm or out of fear, whilst Bellatrix seemed amused by slowing down the procedure of his death.

“Neville.” I whispered, quickly raising my wand and hand at the Lestrange. “Avada Kedava!” The spell was shot out before I had time to even think of what I was doing. A green stream of light shooting from both my wand and hand as the one of little death eaters left fell to her death. “Are you all right?” I inquired, wiping away a stray tear as Neville hastily nodded his head.

“Thanks.” He softly said, the colour draining from his already pale face.

“No worries. You best go to St. Mungo’s…just to see if you’re all right and…we can handle the rest.” I explained, pointing towards one of the portkeys before running towards to familiar people. One girl with brown bushy hair and a quivering red head with a wand aimed straight for his chest.

“Immobulus.” Hermione yelled, freezing a death eater that was a heartbeat away from killing Ron as I rushed over to them, pulling Ron into a tight embrace.

“Ronald.” I sobbed, holding him as a weak Hermione placed her hand on my shoulder. “You can’t leave me… you… you promised. They promised.” I wept into his shoulder as he pulled me up and looked into my eye.

“Nick, get yourself together. Hermione and I are still here and we’re not leaving you, got it?” Ron explained, showing a side to him I had never seen before as I nodded my head.

I breathed in and out intensely before noticing a large graze across Hermione’s stomach, which seemed quite deep. “You should take Hermione to St. Mungo’s.” I nodded towards her stomach as Ron gasped in shock.

“Mione, you okay?” He questioned, staring wide eyed at her cut.

“I’m…I’m fi…” Before she could finish her sentence she plummeted to the ground, Ron barely catching her.

“Go now, Ron.” I ordered as he looked from me to Hermione. “Ronald Weasley, you go right this second.” I said in a more demanding voice causing him to gulp and nod his head in fear and sadness.

“All right but please be safe. I can’t lose another best friend.” He answered miserably before lifting Hermione up bridal style and carrying her towards the one of many port keys to St. Mungo’s.

I sighed and looked around at the battle going on around me; a lot of people either lay injured or dead on the ground. The sight of innocent blood was spilt, the dirt mixing with it to make a muddy, red liquid caused by the storm that had recently begun. A true sign of something terrible occurring and that nothing good will come of it. I noticed Harry’s body had disappeared which made me even more spiteful at the thought of one of the death eaters having his corpse as a trophy.

“This is not over.” I thought out loud, pointing my wand forward and stomped over to where Voldemort was. Clearly beating a worn out Dylan, who was hidden behind a rock, wandless.

“You should have listened to me, because now you have no options left.” Voldemort hissed as I silently watched what was happening. “I will kill you now. Avada…”

“Protego.” I whispered, an invisible force field was placed shielding Dylan as Voldemort finished his spell.

“Kedava.” He finished as the beam slowly went through the force field, only becoming a light knocking out spell, which seemed to have annoyed the Great Dark Lord.

“Miss me, Voldikins?” I smirked as he swiftly turned to face me; his usual triumphant grin wiped off his face and replaced with anger and hate.

“You!” He snarled as I pointed my wand at him. “Avada Kedava.”

“Expelliamous!”

“Expelliamous!” Was that an echo? I thought, concentrating hard on my spell when I felt someone move beside me. I looked over and smiled, a lonely tear rolling down my face as the emerald green eyes next to me kept a firm gaze on the spell we had both used.

“You…can’t…win.” Voldemort hissed, concentrating hard on his own spell.

“Yes, you can.” The soothing voice of my fathers said.

“You can do this my darlings.” My mothers voice followed, more tears forming in my eyes but I knew there wasn’t anytime to cry.

“Nicky, let go of the spell.” Harry whispered to me whilst I quickly shot him a look and then turned back to Voldemort.

“No! It will hit you.” I said through clenched teeth, trying hard not break our combining spell.

“Do it…and then use the curse again.” He demanded, causing me to agree.

“Okay.” I said flatly, lowering my wand and ending my spell.

“Foolish children! You have failed.” Voldemort grinned, maliciously as his spell began overpowering Harry’s petty school spell.

“Not this time Voldie. Expelliamous!” I bellowed, sending a large wave of red along with Harry’s right towards Voldemort’s, pushing his spell into him.

“No!” Voldemort’s final word before he dropped to the floor, lifeless.

“We did it.” Harry cheered, catching me before I fainted to the floor. “Nick, everything’s going to be okay now.” He whispered to me and smiled weakly.

“No Master. No!” The death eaters let their guards down to grieve over their Lord whilst the Order and other people began arresting them. Sending them one by one to Azkaban, until they came to Lucius.

“No, wait!” Harry yelled to Mad eye Moody, who had Lucius by the scruff off his collar. “His sentence shouldn’t be as harsh as the demetors kiss.” He whispered, reluctantly as I gave him a confused look. “He…saved me.” Harry grumbled.

“What?!” Both Moody and myself yelled, causing Harry to flinch

“Bellatrix Lestrange was about to crucio my supposed ‘dead’ body but Lucius…helped.” He explained as Moody eyed Lucius suspiciously.

“Life in Azkaban for being a follower.” Moody growled before disappearing with Lucius, most probably to Azkaban.

“He…saved you?” I raised an eyebrow as Harry nodded.

“I will have to send him a fruit basket.” I solemnly joked before looking over at the rock where Draco was lying and made my way over to him. “Why did you go?” I whispered, kneeling down, pulling Draco’s limp head onto my lap, blood covering my once clean white blouse. I reminisced on all the time we wasted fighting with each other back at school. Constant bickering and hateful words thrown back and forth between us, it seems so insignificant now seeing him lying motionless, sacrificing himself for Harry, a person he had despised since their first encounter. All felt lost as I pulled him tightly into me, tears falling down my face. I pushed myself away from his body and stared at him, hopelessly watching him, lying motionless in my arms.

“Miss. Potter?” Someone’s warm voice bought me back from my thoughts as I looked up to see a sorrowful Lupin, who placed his hand on my shoulder, comfortingly. “He’s gone.” He told me as I shook my head and cried harder.

“No! No, he’s not!” I yelled stubbornly as more Order members gathered around me, Harry unhappily standing next to Lupin. “He can’t be. He…he w…wanted to ma…marry me.” I said through teary eyes as I stared up at them with a weak smile. “Please, bring him back.” I questioned looking at each one of their mourning faces before they looked towards the ground. “Please.” I begged, crying harder into his shirt.

“Nicky, come on.” Harry said, pulling me up and into his arms.

“No! I’m not leaving him.” I pushed away from Harry and made an attempt to run back to Draco but Harry caught me. “Let go. Let…me…go.” I said hitting Harry’s chest before falling into it and sobbing uncontrollably.

“We will take him back to Hogwarts and get him cleaned up.” I heard Lupin say to Harry before I was pulled away.