266Chapter 22
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D-1.
Time: midnight.
Place: Malfoy Quarters of Death Eater HQ
Draco woke up with a start, pulling his wand from under his pillow. "Show yourself." he said calmly, scanning the darkness with the light at the tip of his wand.
Something stirred and someone stepped in the circle of light provided by the wand. "Dragon... "
Draco didn't relax right away, sending his mind out to check if it wasn't someone using polyjuice potion. He relaxed, realizing it was his Kitten, but tensed again, putting his want back under his pillow.
"What are you doing here?" he hissed angrily. "Are you crazy?"
Ginevra sighed, stepping closer to him. "They gave me a bath today." she said conversationally.
Draco smirked.
"You're avoiding the question." he said softly as she sat on the side of his bed. All those memories from Hogwarts came flooding back to him. How sweet she smelt, how soft she felt... how beautiful she still was.
Something stirred at the pit of his stomach at the look she gave him. "I realized I love you." she said simply. Draco couldn't believe his ears
His kitten was in love with Him? His kitten was in Love with him! .
The room went dead silent, before Ginny continued, eyes far away, looking at a place where only a few could go. "Ever since Hogwarts. Ever since that day... you understood me." She gulped, choking back unshed tears. "I realized I didn't want to die tomorrow without you ever knowing my feelings. Without you knowing I'd have liked us to be more than friends. How... How much I regret not telling you earlier. Maybe...Maybe things could have been different between us?"
Draco couldn't believe his ears, his emotions were whirl-winding around his head. But one remained: love. He wanted her so badly it ached. He wanted to wake up next to her in the morning, he wanted her smile and her bad temper. He wanted her as his, and his only. He wanted to protect and love her.
He reached out and took her hand, pulling her towards him. His heart missed a beat when he realized she was wearing nothing under her battle robes.
"I love you." he said softly. "I love you more and better than anyone ever will. I'll protect you and take care of you better than anyone ever has. I always have and I always will. You were mine in my heart since you came to me crying. I want to feel you near me till I die." He said, softly tangling his hand in her hair and pulling her in for a kiss.
She shifted, pushing him down against the bed, kissing him back as if her life depended on it. Draco growled softly, pulling her firmly against him. He shivered when the woman he loved slid her hands over his chest.
"Are you sure you...?"
"You have do idea of how much I wanted this back at Hogwarts..." breathed Ginny, pulling his nightshirt off. "I don't want to die regretting to never have known you. To never have felt you this way. I want you... all of you. We wasted so many years... let us forget the world..."
"Just for tonight..."
"And tomorrow if we live." she continued.
The blond man chuckled, reaching up to open her robes. They fell on the bed around them. He stayed silent, observing her soft curves bathed in the feeble light filtering through the window.
"You're beautiful..." he choked, pulling her down in a heated kiss and rolling on top of her. She moaned softly, feeling her body react to the soft caress of his hands.
"I love you Ginevra Weasley." he breathed.
Hours later, they lay tangled together, panting heavily and covered in each others sweat. Draco lazily trailed a hand down her neck between her breasts, over her stomach and further down, loving the way her body reacted, her sighs, her moans.
"Draco..."
He smiled more. "Say my name again..." he breathed against her neck, as she moaned slightly. He felt himself grow ready again, but held back, letting his hand wander. "Say it..."
The red head laughed, shuddering gently against him. "Draco... what's that with your name?"
The blond smiled, moving between her thighs again, kissing her deeply and swiftly entering her, swallowing her moan.
"I love the way it roles of your tongue..." he teased, moving slowly between her arms. The red head closed her eyes, arching against him.
"Draco..."
He kissed her neck softly. "I love you... I want this to last forever..."
Mrs Malfoy closed the door as fast and silently as she could. She'd only been there a few seconds, but that was enough for everything to click into place. Mrs Malfoy was immensely pleased: they had certainly took their time!
Also, she was pleased her sons' room had silencing charms on them.
D-1.
Time: midnight.
Place: Alfa Wolf Quarters of Death Eater HQ
"Are they all with us?" asked Wolf.
Chris crashed on the bed, exhausted. "Yeah... all of them. They were tired of serving someone who saw them as dogs. Only I had to promise a human status to them. Equality. That's only fair."
Wolf nodded though she didn't really look pleased. She reached out, gently stroking his face.
"Does your wound hurt?"
"No it's okay... We're lucky Snape managed to save my eye. The scar is nothing."
Wolf shrugged, putting her book down and leaning a little more against her pillows. Chris sniffed the air and growled gently, crawling over to her and pulling her in his arms. "I smell a male on you." he said, burying his nose against the crook of her neck.
Wolf shivered, instinctively leaning against him. "You know I don't submit easily." she muttered, feeling his canines graze her neck over the mating spot.
"I know..." he growled back, tightening his hold around her possessively. It was a purely feral sound, that increased when her scent spiked. He felt his insides stir in response.
"Chris..."
"Don't worry... I won't."
There was a shocked silence.
"Why?" she asked, as he gently licked the mating spot on her neck, making her shiver in pleasure and anticipation.
"Because..." he said in that same particular growl. "I don't want to ruin your life if I die tomorrow. I want you to be willing. I want you to fall in love with me the way I have with you."
Wolf looked sharply over her shoulder. She'd thought he was arrogant, and cold. All high and mighty in his manners. All this was the truth in fact. But he had a heart. If he acted cold it was not because he didn't like people. It was because he liked them too much. It was who she'd discovered he was that make her heart beat for him.
"But I did."
Chris froze. "What?"
Wolf gulped, feeling herself blush. "I love you."
"Marry me."
It was Wolfe's turn to freeze. "What?!" she yelped softly.
"When the war is over, if we win... will you be my mate? Will you marry me?"
Wolf turned around, hardly believing her ears, smiling widely. "Yes." she breathed, and flung herself at him in a hug. "Yes I will!"
Chris smiled and kissed her deeply, purring. "Then let's sleep... We have a hard day tomorrow."
D-Day.
The sun was rising, gently bathing the castle with it's golden rays, blessing the scenery with warmth. In the woods, people were hiding, their dark eyes almost feverish with hope.
Today was the day. Today was D-Day. The day they would die for their cause of live for it.
They all crept closer, taking down everything on their way with the same patience Hermione Granger had when reading a book. Every trap and every ward, gently cut down and broken apart, from the inside as well as from the outside.
The army separated, a small group going for the castle bathed in sunlight that seemed to loom ahead of them, the other, heading for the fields in it's east. The fields who were dotted with the tents of the Dark Lords' Army.
Inside the castle, the werewolves were working silently, killing the guards one after the other, silent and deadly creatures of the nigh, leaving a trail of blood in their wake. The trail of blood the Order would follow. The trail of blood that led to Voldemort.
"Alert! The Enemy is in our walls!" shrieked the death eater woman. She ran up the hall, shooting hexed over her shoulder, but nothing would work; there were too many of them. Wolf suddenly appeared in front of her, a dark smile on the werewolf's features.
"Game over scum."
She lashed out, knocking the wand from the Death Eaters Hand and snapped her neck in one clean move; but the damage was already done.
The alarms went off.
The Dark Lords enraged screams resonated throughout the halls. Now it was all a matter of life and death.
Luna stood in the middle of the hall. She'd lost the others, pushed my some strange sixth sense telling her to go left. Luna had obeyed, and now, Luna was staring cross-eyed at the wand pointing at her forehead.
Suddenly, the hall seemed so much darker, the Death Eater so much taller... she'd dropped her wand in shock, totally frozen on the spot. And all she could think of as the Death Eater slowly raised his want to kill her, was that she'd never be able to see Blaize again before she died.
Biter tears flowed from her eyes, as she stared at the horrible mask the DeathEater was waring. Voldemort had taken everything away from her. Everything. Her life, her love...
"Blaise..." she muttered, closing her eyes as the wand came down.
"Avada-"
"STUPEFY!"
Luna opened her eyes, watching the Death Eater crumple before her, an other one standing over his fallen body. The dark wizard reached for his mask and pulled it away, making it turn to dust between his fingers.
"Luna..."
She swallowed, feeling herself tearing up again. He was so dark... a long scar crossing his left cheek, running down to his neck and disappearing under his robes. His eyes were as black and deep as they were at Hogwarts, only much sadder... the eyes of someone who had done and seen things no one should.
She threw herself in his arms, hugging him for all she was worth. She didn't care if he was a Death Eater, a murderer... she didn't care. She loved him... so much... He was hers now. She'd never make the same mistake as in Hogwarts. She'd never let him go.
"Luna, we have to get moving..." he said softly, prying her away, gently squeezing her shoulders.
She looked up at him, the hope and love her saw in her eyes almost made him grab a knife and cut, so much the emotions they stirred in him brought up his magic. He couldn't hold it anymore and pulled her against him, bending down and crashing his lips against hers. He let the intensity take over and transferred his magic into her through the kiss.
"We have to get moving before more DeathEaters come." he declared, grabbing her hand and pulling her down the hall.
Luna nodded, pulling away long enough to scramble for her wand, and went with him, vanishing around the corner. She was confused at what he'd done and immensely happy. Sharing magic was only done on rare occasions amongst wizards. Marriage was one off them. The tingling sensation beneath her skin as her own magic got accustomed to his made her slightly giddy, but strangely stronger. She was no longer alone.
"What's are we doing?" she asked softly as Blaize stopped in the middle of the hall, seemingly tapping the wall at random with his wand.
"We are retrieving Draco's son."
"Lex?"
Blaize paused, turning to look at Luna."How-"
"He writes anonymously for the Quibbler." she cut in, as a young boy walked out of the alcove, followed by a tall elegant woman. Both looked very much alike, so Luna gathered the woman must have been Mrs Malfoy.
Blaize shook his head at the boy. "You write for the Quibbler?"
Lex smiled sheepishly, looking at Luna curiously. "How are you? I always imagined you'd look like this." he said with an almost cheeky smile.
Mrs Malfoy smirked, as they all raced down the dimly light hall, aiming for a safe exit.
"She is the editor of the Quibbler, Luna Lovegood." she lightly answered her grandson as if they were strolling down Diagon Alley and not running away from bloodthirsty Voldermort worshipers. "And the love of Blaize."
Narcissa was not a stupid woman. She had eyes. She could see. And she was not in the mood to be delicate. Especially about acting as if clearly evident feelings were not there because two idiots hadn't bothered to live them out years ago.
Blaize and Luna seemed passably shocked and blushing, but managed to control themselves. This was not the moment. And Blaize knew better than to contradict or even look wrong at a Malfoy under stress.
"Dammit!"
Ginevra rolled to the side, holding her wand tightly. Things were getting complicated. She hissed and jumped to the other side, rolling on her back and blindly throwing curses behind her. Since she's crept out of Draco's room and back into her cell to get ready, life had been hell.
A bolt of lightening flew past her and she cursed loudly, throwing dark purple beams right back at her invisible opponent. Smoke was everywhere, resulting from walls caving in and fogging charms used my the fighters to hide best they could in the narrow hallways. She coughed a couple of times, reaching behind her and grabbing her faithful katana. Once again, she mentally thanked Lex for weaseling her things to her the previous day. For a moment, her mind rested on how he could have known she would need them, but shrugged it off before disaparating.
With a loud snapping sound she appeared behind her opponent and brought her sword down before vanishing once again. She concentrated, careful to make as little noise as possible when she materialized , furtively creeping up the hall.
There were screams coming form everywhere, distorted by the echo provided my the halls. The mist was light up with strange colored colors and beast-like shadows seemed to be doing a morbid dance all around her.
A rabid howl made her shiver and a wolf bound past her running down the hall with a low growl Springing at a Death Eater, taring it's throat apart before the robed man could so much as react: the wolf let go and licked his chops before vanishing with a cracking sound.
Ginevra smirked and jogged towards the center of the fight. She knew it wouldn't be long now, the fights were getting more and more desperate on the Death Eater's part. The Mentalist could sense the strong magical barrier around the castle, stopping anyone from dissaparating anywhere out of the war zone..
She laughed, and charged a group of Death Eaters. She waved her sword, sending a wave of energy to knock their wands out of they hands and jumped above their heads. The metal flashed and blood sprayed the walls, accompanied by the sickening sound of a man begging for his life.
She lifted her head when she sensed Draco's aura surge throughout the castle, making her insides tingle pleasantly with static electricity. Even his magic called to her... just like it had that night, when they had been so closely entangled in each other... She responded, letting her magical aura flow from her in waves, signaling her position. In the castle's air, electricity crackled as both magical auras mingled and became complementary for a second. Then everything was back to normal.
Draco closed his eyes. She was alive... His Kitten was still alive. He parried the blow, throwing his father from on top of him.
"Traitor!" screeched the man, panting heavily and charging again. Sparks flew as the swords crashed together. For every blow the father sent his way, the son parried, twisting and turning to keep his father from trapping him against a wall.
"I'm only doing what is right! I've grown tired of the nonsense you have imposed unto me. There is nothing profitable to us in what Voldermort has to offer! Can't you see?" said Draco, kicking his fathers stomach and aparating behind him. "And you have wounded us all enough."
Lucius gasped as he felt his son's sword pierce his back and go through his chest. He touched the sullied blade of the silver instrument in awe, watching his own blood on the tips of his fingers. He coughed, blood welting from the back of his throat and splattering down the front of his robes.
He collapsed down, yelping in pain as the swords cut his flesh a little more, taring his insides apart. He was dying. Draco pulled his sword away and lifted it over his head.
"I'm sorry Dad... but you've hurt us all enough." he said, before lowering his sword and closing his eyes.
The blade stopped and instant before the Elder Malfoy's lips. Lucius's eyes rolled back in his head, and he exhaled softly. From his open mouth, floated a small pearl of tainted light. Draco touched it with the tip of his sword and it vanished. The body went completely limp. Lucius was dead.
"Ron!" snapped Hermione "Now is not the moment!"
The redhead glared at his wife, cradling the phone against his ear. "Okay, okay... You can have the phone... Wait a sec." he shifted in the alcove while Harry and Hermione kept guard. Harry didn't know if he should be angry or touched by the father's attitude.
"Okay sweet, you be a good girl with you Granny Molly huh? I love you honey, here's mommy... She wants to speak to you."
Ron and Hermione exchanged places and Harry gave his best friends a hard look.
"What?!"
"You realize you're cooing at a magical dolly right?"
Ron shrugged, blushing. "Hermione wants us to prepare being parents, so we bought that... It's always better than a bag of flour right?"
Harry shook his head. "You guys are mental."
"You'll see when you're a father." muttered Ron.
Hermione snapped the phone shut and rounded on them. "Okay... Let's get killing some Death Eaters."
"You! What the Hell are you doing here!" shouted a shrill voice. Thee wands pointed in it's direction, curses being half said. "Oh! Put those down for Merlin's sake!" barked the shrill voice as it's owner flailed at them rather uselessly.
"Parkinson?"
"No! Santa Claus! What are you doing here? You should be corridors ahead! You-"
She was silenced when Harry ran up to her and crushed his lips against hers. She stopped flailing.
Draco felt and other wave of her aura, calling him closer, mingled with spells of power and destruction. He responded, feeling her come near as he ran down the halls, taking down opponents as he went.
Everything was snapping into place now... He felt all the important powers of the castle moving towards the pit of dark magic that was Voldermort.
Suddenly he felt her besides him and they ran side by side down the hall.
"I felt you take a soul..." she panted.
Draco winced... when Mentalists stole souls, they gained power. It was also the Execution method delivered by the darker Mentalists.
"Yeah.. My Father's." he answered, not knowing if she'd be angry.
"Don't be tense... I don't condemn that. It's part of the job. He was your father after all. It's understandable that you wanted a part of him to stay with you."
They stopped before a set of large doors, caching their breath. Ginevra reached out to take his hand, looking up at his face.
"Ready?"
Draco reached down and kissed her, stealing what might be his last kiss. "Now we both are."
They put forth their hands and blasted the doors open before stepping in the room.
"Well well well... Looks like you're too late..." hissed the high pitched voice that could only belong to Voldermort.
"Dad!"
Voldermort smiled crudely, holding the blond boy by his neck. Against the opposite wall stood chained Blaise, Snape and Luna, struggling to get to Lex and to the person who lay shivering at the monster's feet.
"Cissy! Hang on!" yelled the battered potion's master in a rare show of emotion.
Suddenly, the other set of doors burst open and Harry Ron and Hermione clatered in, followed by Pansy Parkinson.
"I'm glad you all made it to my little party!" giggled Voldermort.
"Let go of my son you bastard!" yelled Draco, stepping forwards and unsheathing his sword.
Ginny shivered, feeling his aura shudder and tare around him. He was in the darkest rage ever. The red head smiled coldly. She was not in the best of moods either.
"Ginny! Step away from the Death Eater!" hollered Ron as Harry threw a curse at Voldermort. The curse rebounded and skimmed Lex's ear.
"Potter! Don't you shoot the bastard while he's holding my son!" snarled Draco, glaring at the dark haired man, who returned his glare full force.
"It won't work anyways!" hissed the boy who lived "there is something protecting him."
Ginny growled, stepping ahead of Draco. "Just shut up Potter and watch how Mentalists work." she snapped. Her eyes glowed and strange golden hue as she gathered all her power.
Voldermort shook his head and pointed his wand at her.
"Pity... I was planning on having you carry my heir. AVADA KADAVRA!"
Draco smirked and lifted his sword, slashing in the air with it. With a flicker, the shot of green light died out. Ginny was chanting softly and suddenly, Lex was gone only to reappear by her side. She let her arms fall with a thud and keeled to the ground, crossing her arms over her chest with a wand in one hard and her sword in the other. Soon her body covered with frost.
Pansy ran forwards and caught Lex's hand.
"Come with me, we'll free the others."
"You? but how-"
"Malfoy! You should know no one can truly be as stupid as I acted!"
"But since when were you..."
"A spy? My first year at Hogwarts. Now get moving kid." snapped Pansy, dragging Lex towards the prisoners. Draco spotted Ron helping his mother up and nodded to Granger and Potter.
"Make sure he doesn't touch our bodies. Count to ten and take Voldemort down." he said loudly, before kneeling besides Ginny in the same position as her, his body frosting over.
Where the prisoners were standing, Hermione suddenly screamed. Frost covered the wall, darkness leaked in the room. Despair ruled. Dementors swept from the holes in the ceiling, grabbing every one of the wizards who were trying to help those chained to the wall.
One of the dark beings swept over Narcissa and crouched over her, inhaling deeply. Hermione's cry died out into silence.
Everything grew deadly silent as one my one, Harry's friends fainted, dropping their wand, loosing their senses.
Voldermort sighed. "And to say all this is for nothing... You'll die Potter, and the world will me mine. Never again a child will be able to defeat me. The tall pale man rose his wand. "Nothing can save you now."
Harry stilted his head watching Voldermort as if he was seeing him for the fist time "But I am not alone..." he said before smiling very softly. The bark haired boy didn't seem phased at all my his friends distress... he calmly raised his wand.
Suddenly, two specters shot from his chest. Two shadows, crawled on the walls and floor at high speed. Almost too fast for the eye to follow and leaped on Voldermort. Rising from the ground, a dragon wrapped itself around the dark wizard, roaring silently as it spread it's wings. Suddenly, a tiger seemed to leap from the shadows and bound straight into Voldemort's chest as the dragon plunged, getting sucked into his mouth, nose and eyes as the greatest wizard of all times screamed in fear.
Tom Riddle toppled over, clawing at himself in sudden silent agonny while the Dementors seemed to waver, unsure of what they felt should be done. The whisper of Harry's voice saying "Expecto Patronum."was the only sound in the room.
Everything surreal, as the stag shot from the wand and galloped straight at the cowering Voldemort, the beams of pure positive energy it was emitting making the Dementors open their mouth at impossible angles in silent scream and turn to shadows, scattered on the floors and walls like oil stains.
It hit Voldermort.
There was a flash of intense light.
A warm gust of air lifted dust from the dirty corners of the room, the world seemed to twist around this instant..
Harry chuckled.
And then ... nothing.
The End.
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