Silent Killers
Chapter Fourteen - Evaluation Day
The final Battle started where everyone knew it would. Hogwarts grounds. Harry knew as soon as he woke that morning, that Voldemort was going to be coming to Hogwarts and that one way or another, it was going to be over by the end of the day. Looking over at where Draco was still peacefully sleeping, he smiled softly and leaned over to press a kiss to his Mates lips, not knowing whether he would survive the fight.
As soon as Harry's lips touched his, Draco woke up, eyes fluttering open in shock and then kissing back with equal passion and switching positions, so that he was lying on top of Harry. Slowing the kiss down, he started to kiss Harry's jaw and moved down to his neck, making Harry arch up and groan quietly.
"What a lovely way to be woken up. Is there any occasion?" Draco asked, moving to nibble on Harry's earlobes, making him moan loudly.
"Not really." Harry gasped, running his hands down Draco's back.
"What time is it?" Draco asked, licking the shell of his ear.
"Early."
"Good." Draco said and nipped Harry's earlobe sharply, making the small demon yelp, then moan when Draco soothed it with his tongue. He then moved back to Harry's lips and kissed him passionately, moving his hands down his body and removing his boxers, brushing against his erection and making Harry groan and arch into his touch.
Draco continued to kiss Harry breathless, whilst Harry brought his legs up and wrapped them around Draco's waist, pressing their erections together and getting a groan from both of them. Draco brought his fingers up to Harry and looked at him in the eyes, before placing them on his mouth, and rolling his eyes back in pleasure when Harry sucked them in and began to lick and suck them. Draco soon removed them and began to kiss him again, moving his hand down and pressing a digit into Harry, waiting for a second when Harry froze, then beginning to move and stretch him once he had relaxed, kissing down to his neck and sucking on the pulse point, making Harry gasp and arch up with pleasure.
Draco then added a second finger and began to scissor them and move them around, carefully stretching him enough to add the third finger, and pressing on the small cluster of nerves that made Harry cry out in ecstasy. Slowly he removed them all and then carefully replaced them with something larger, making Harry groan and push down on him, encouraging him to start moving.
Together they made a different kind of magic and music, moaning and gasping, as they tasted one another for possibly the last time, savouring the moment and kissing away each other’s worries. And when Harry came, he cried for what he would leave behind if he died, before Draco gently kissed away his tears and placed a gentle kiss on Harry's lips. Draco then moved off of Harry and pulled him into his arms, kissing his neck softly, while Harry closed his eyes and made sure that he would never forget the memory. For the first time in his life, praying to God to make sure they got out alive.
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Elsewhere in the castle, an old sneaky snake was making his way to his Mate, knowing that that morning would possibly be the last chance he had to tell the boy the truth.
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That morning Harry was jumpy, wondering when it was going to happen. At around ten, his scar began to burn, but he hid his wince, telling everyone that he had a headache. Only Flees wasn't fooled and led him into an empty classroom before they were expected for Potions, closing the door and turning into a human once he knew it was safe.
"Harry, its today isn't it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Flees."
"Yes you do. The final battle is going to be today. Voldemort is on his way here. Don't think I’m stupid and don't treat me as so. I know you and I’m in your mind to a certain extent. You can trust me."
"Fine. Yes it is going to be today. I'm worried I won't survive or Draco won't. What am I going to do Flees? I'm not ready! I can only just manage to make fire on my hands, I can hardly hold hands with Voldemort until he erupts into flames, can I?"
"You will be fine. It will come naturally to you when you truly need it. Use your sword, I know you brought it with you, I saw you packing it. It will help you to channel your powers through it." Flees admitted, omitting some of the truth behind his words.
"Okay, I'll fetch it after lunch. Come on, we'd better get going before we're late for potions." Harry said, waiting for Flees to change back into a cat and then walking out of the classroom and heading to Potions, arriving just before Snape entered and grabbing his set next to Draco, who looked at him questioningly.
"Flees had a question he needed to ask face to face. Apparently he thinks he has knocked up some poor Hufflepuffs cat. They'll be in for a surprise a couple of months down the line." Harry said, laughing at the thought of half human, half kitten babies.
"Ah, stupid animal. Why don't they invent kitty protection."
"Because normally cats don't care if they knock up another cat. They aren't exactly going to have to pay alimony." Harry deadpanned.
"Point."
"Today class we are going to start on Veritaserum." Snape said from the front of the class.
"Finally. Herm said she had expected us to start around now." Harry told Draco quietly, then they both quietened and soon settled down taking notes.
Halfway through the class, Snape stopped talking with a hiss of pain, grabbing his arm tightly and looking up to meet eyes with Harry.
"I'm going to have to cut your lesson short. Head to the Great Hall or something and there is no homework. I've got to go now." Snape said, hissing again and nodding when Harry raised an eyebrow. Harry paled and closed his eyes slowly, only opening them again when he felt Snape run past him and out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him.
"I hope he will be okay."
"You're not the only one." Harry muttered, rubbing his scar absentmindedly as they packed their stuff away and followed everyone else out of the classroom.
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Everyone was in the hall eating lunch when Firenze came galloping in, skidding to a stop before the head table, soon after Severus Snape ran in, quickly followed by a breathless Rabastan Lestrange.
"Headmaster! Voldemort is heading this way!" Snape gasped out, making Firenze nod in agreement and everyone in the hall to gasp in shock.
"You knew he was coming, didn't you?' Draco asked Harry quietly, making everyone within hearing distance look at him and Harry in shock and then listen in intently.
"Yeah."
"You don't think you are going to survive, that’s why you cried this morning." Draco added softly, looking at Harry with pained eyes.
"No."
"You will. You have too. I won't allow anyone to kill you, not even old snake face!" Draco exclaimed, getting the attention of nearly everyone in the Great Hall, including many of the teachers and getting a sad look from Snape and Rabastan.
"Make sure you don't die in the process and I will fight to stay alive." Harry said, looking at Draco and smiling sadly.
"Deal." Draco said, holding his hand out and shaking Harry's. Suddenly they were both engulfed in a hug from Pansy and Hermione, both girls sobbing in their hair.
"You silly boys! No one is going to die! We’re the Silent Killers!" Pansy muttered so that only they heard her.
"Indeed we are Pan." Draco muttered, but a nasty voice in his mind reminding him that even fire can be doused.
"Students! Will all students fifth year and under head for the Gryffindor Towers, those willing to fight Sixth and Seventh please stay in here. If you do not wish to fight but want to help, then please head to either the Gryffindor tower to protect the younger years, or if you know any healing spells, head to the Hospital Wing. Thank you. Harry please come up here." Dumbledore added, before sitting back down behind the table.
"Dray, form the teams we normally have, Slinky will head mine. I'm going to go and see what Dumbledore wants. Don't die and don't let any of the others become seriously injured either." Harry said, grinning brightly and then standing and walking up to the head table, dodging between the students leaving to head for the Towers.
"Harry. The time has come. I'm sorry I never had time to train you properly."
"It's okay. Draco made sure I knew enough once he found out I had a penchant for Fire. I am quite the expert on fire charms." Harry said, smiling widely at Remus. "Cheer up Remmy! You look like someone just died! Don’t forget, you trained me too!!”
"Sorry Harry. I was just thinking how much you remind me of your parents. All three of them. Hello Rabastan." Remus added, seeing Rabastan walk up behind Harry and place a hand on his shoulder.
"Harry, Severus and I need to return. I will keep to my promise and I hope to see you after the battle."
"You too. Good look Stan, give my luck to Roddy as well!" Harry added with a grin.
"Harry. You will lead the students onto battle with the Teachers and then you will be the one to fight Voldemort. Do you have any other plans?"
"Yeah, get people into groups of three or four, and make them watch each others backs. It’s easier than to watch the backs of eighty people."
"Indeed, would you like to put the people in groups. I am sure you and Remus will know which people work better together than anyone else." Dumbledore suggested, making Harry nod and move to stand in front of Remus.
"I know who to put together in my groups. What about the rest of them?"
"I know most of them and how well they will work with others. However young Ronald Weasley I am unsure of." Remus admitted, looking over to where Ron was sitting talking to Lavender Brown.
"Put him with Ginny and Luna."
"Okay. Right then, you first, then me."
"Alright. Attention everyone! Professor Dumbledore, Professor Lupin and myself have come to the decision to group you into groups of three or four, you will watch the backs of everyone in your group and no one else, got that? You will stay in your groups and if a member gets seriously injured, then all of you will retreat and head to the Hospital wing if there are three of you, or two of you will stay and two will go if there are four. Do you understand?" Harry asked. Everyone nodded or called their agreement.
"Good, Harry will start with the groups and I will continue."
"Okay, Team one will be Draco Malfoy-Black, Dean Thomas, Millicent Bulstrode and Blaise Zabini." Harry said and looked to Remus to continue.
"Group Two will be Padma Patil, Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown."
"Group Three will be Neville Longbottom, Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson." Harry said, seeing them nod and Pansy pick Flees up and place him on her lap as a message that she knew he was still their leader.
"Group Four will be Terry Boot, Justin Finch Fletchley, Susan Bones and Michael Corner."
"Group Five will be Myself, Seamus Finnegan and Hermione Granger, though you two will have to come up here and talk to me in a minute." Harry added, seeing the questioning look Dumbledore sent him.
"Group Six will be Ronald Weasley, Ginevra Weasley and Luna Lovegood." The rest of the groups were created and in the end there were eighteen groups, eleven of three and seven of four. Hermione and Seamus walked up to Harry, with Slinky draped around Hermione's shoulders, as everyone in the hall moved to their own groups and started to talk to their friends, discussing strategies and what to do.
"Hey Harry, so then, what's the plan?"
"Okay so you two will be backing me up whilst I make my way to Voldemort. We will be clearing a path through the Death Eaters and when Voldemort and I start to fight, I'm going to ask you two if you will watch my back from cheating Death Eaters. If you don't want to, then tell me now and I can put you both into another group."
"We'll do it Harry. Whatever you need us to do." Hermione said, Seamus nodding next to her.
"What she said. So what's the plan."
"Well we will make our way through the battle field, fighting off the Death Eaters if any of the groups seem to be struggling, all the while making our way to where Voldemort will be."
"And what if he leads them onto the grounds."
"Then our job has just gotten a hell of a lot easier." Harry said, making Hermione and Seamus laugh.
"Well then, I suppose the only thing left to do now is wai-" The door opening interrupted whatever Seamus was going to say, and a tall man in a black hooded cloak walked in slowly, making everyone stand up and hold out their wands.
"I have come to offer my assistance. I have noticed that you have a war on your doorstep and I have my own reasons for wanting you to win it." The stranger announced. Something about his voice made Harry trust him and step forwards, stopping just in front of him with Hermione and Seamus close behind.
"Who are you?" Harry asked softly, trying to look through the shadow the hood caused but realising it was futile.
"Someone you know deep in your heart little fireling." The man responded, smirking when Harry's eyes widened and he nodded his head in acquiescence. Flees regally walked over to him and rubbed between his legs, mentally telling him that the man was safe, he could sense it, and to accept his help.
"I accept your offer, we will need all the help we can get. If you would like to step up here, you can offer any knowledge you may have that may aid this coming battle." Harry said, leading the way back to the head table and conjuring up four seats and sitting down in the one opposite Dumbledore, the stranger sat down in the one next to him on his right and then Hermione and Seamus took both the seats to his left.
Together they all managed to come up with a reasonable plan and then settled in to wait for the wards to warn them of Voldemort's arrival and the beginning of the End of the War.
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Draco watched in horror as Harry stepped out onto the field and approached Voldemort. He couldn't stand and watch however as another Death Eater sent a curse his way and he retaliated by shooting a curse and then freezing their feet to the ground so they couldn't dodge the deadly curse. He then sent another curse for a Death Eater that was aiming for Dean's back.
He never managed to look back at Harry to see if he was okay after that, he was too involved in the battle and it was all around them, seemingly never-ending amounts of Death Eaters kept coming in sweep after sweep and Draco began to fight in earnest, working well with his small group and managing to plough a way through the Death Eaters towards where Flees, Neville, Pansy and Theo were fighting and the two groups joining together to help the others that were struggling.
It was because of this that he never saw the final blow dealt in the war by one of the two most influential leaders in wizarding history.
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Harry landed the finishing blow to Voldemort with his glowing sword, watching emotionlessly as Voldemort's shocked head rolled off of his shoulders before the body collapsed to the floor. Harry fell to his knees in exhaustion, not hearing as Draco yelled out in panic as a mist started to rise form Voldemort and entered Harry's body, making him arch up in pain and scream as he felt something tearing him apart from inside.
"Hello. My Heir." Something whispered in his ear, brushing his mind, before slamming into his very being, his last thought of Draco as darkness consumed him.
Everyone on the battle field stop in shock and stare at their saviour as he collapsed to the ground in a heap next to the remains of Voldemort, not breathing.
"Harry!" Draco yelled, pushing through the crowding Order members and rushing to Harry's side, dropping to his knees and grabbing Harry's hand.
"Stand back Mr Black. He will be okay." The mysterious fighter said, making the others look at him with suspicion but move out of his way as he walked towards their saviour. Flees looked at the man in shock and then ran forward and knelt down in front of him, bowing his head and getting shocked looks from everyone.
"My Lord! I had thought you were going to stay out of this battle? The humans posed no threat to you."
"This creature was going to try and enter my realm after he had defeated Hogwarts and Harry. I could not allow that to happen. I came to help my grandson." The man said, making everyone frown in confusion at his words and watch as he knelt down next to Draco and picked up the other hand of Harry.
"He is accepting who he is finally. He will be quite safe. That creature that called himself Lord Voldemort gave him something in his death. He knew what and, more importantly, who Harry was in the end."
"Who are you?" Remus asked finally, stepping forward and looking down at his cub.
"Who do you think I am?" The man asked, looking up at Remus, his hood falling away and finally giving everyone a glimpse at his face. He had dark black hair like Harry that ended with yellow tips, his eyes were golden and had a pupil like a cats and the tips of a pair of fangs were just about visible through his slightly parted lips. All in all however, he was very handsome and only looked about thirty.
"Lord Tartarus?" Remus asked softly, getting a wide grin form the demon and shocked looks form everyone else. "Have you come to take my cub away from me then?" Remus eventually asked quietly, not taking his eyes away from Harry's sleeping face.
"Not unless he wishes to come. He will eventually anyway, Tartarus is in his veins and he belongs there, with his people. However part of him will always belong here also, and I am not quite ready to relinquish my throne. He will live for a very long time and those he loves will die eventually, except young Draco here. If he should decide to come with me, you are quite welcome to come also Young Mr Lupin. You will find yourself welcomed by us demons. Half-breed or not. You have helped their future king and lord."
"Then I shall follow him to the very gates of hell and back Lord Tartarus." Remus said, finally ripping his gaze away from Harry to give the man a very wolfish grin and getting one back in return.
"You are the Lord of Tartarus?" Dumbledore eventually asked, finally finding his tongue to speak.
"I am, and you are?"
"Lord Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts and Leader of the Order of the Phoenix. What do you want with Mr Potter-Black?"
"Harry is my Grandson Lord Dumbledore. Surely you must have been able to work that out already."
"Then he is Smokey?! He is the rogue demon we were hunting for!”
"Indeed, and I believe young Malachi here did his job at keeping him safe perfectly." Lord Tartarus said, smiling at Flees, who smiled back and bowed his head.
"You were here to protect Harry?' Draco asked, shocking everyone as they had forgotten he was there. "That was why you never truly trusted me until we had mated."
"I couldn't be sure that you wouldn't hurt Harry. Slinky did his job in protecting the Mate of our little Lord, but I needed to be sure that you were he. Harry is a sub and thus could have easily been lead astray."
"What! How?" Draco demanded, feeling a detached sort of fear at the thought that he could have lost Harry before even knowing the truth.
"Dominant Demons can make submissives think they smell like their mates. Most subs will have a guardian from a young age, and normally one of Malachi’s kind, or from their inheritance at least. Malachi was sent to search for the Lost Heir from the time that Salazar left Tartarus."
"You're that old? Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you had experienced a lot. How come you never went to the Potter's?"
"Salazar Potter was very good at hiding who and what he was. Demons were not accepted in the wizarding world and so he needed to hide himself to survive. Eventually I gave up searching and cast a charm that would lead the true heir right to me. Harry was he, the other Potter's would not have been demons or of the right frame of mind, though it came close with young Thanatos.” Flees admitted almost to himself.
"This is so confusing. So what is happening to Harry now." Draco asked, pushing the hair away from Harry's face gently and cupping his cheek with his spare hand.
"He is being accepted as the heir to a new family. It may possibly take quite a few days.” Lord Tartarus said, before moving into a crouch and picking up his grandson with no effort at all. “I believe we should move him to somewhere a bit more comfortable, and also there are quite a few more wounded around, perhaps people should begin collecting them and taking them up to the hospital.”
“Indeed. Minerva, will you perhaps go around and begin to record the dead, from both sides. Thank you my dear.” Dumbledore said when McGonagall nodded and conjured a quill and parchment and began to walk around taking the names of the deceased.
“Then the rest of you please find those of your group that are missing and take them up to the Hospital Wing if that is possible.” Dumbledore stated after a couple of minutes of looking around him, leaving out what they all knew he meant by ‘if possible’.
“I think we should head up to the Hospital wing with my Grandson and I can continue with answering any of your questions that I can.” Lord Tartarus said, walking through the crowd and bodies with Draco close behind, still holding onto Harry’s hand, refusing to let go. Remus followed closely behind Draco with Flees by his side and they all made their way into the castle.
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Once they were all situated comfortably in a private room of the Hospital Wing, Tartarus turned to those in the room before placing Harry on the only bed in the room and taking the seat next to the bed.
“What is it that you all wish to know then?” He asked after a couple of moments of silence, where everyone of importance found seats (Dumbledore, Flees, Remus and of course Draco) and everyone else was ushered out by Madam Pomfrey.
“Why is it that Harry’s powers manifested slower than mine? He couldn’t achieve full power until the battle with Voldemort.” Draco said, allowing his glamour to drop finally and getting a gasp of shock from Dumbledore, who clearly hadn’t quite believed everything the Demon Lord had told him.
“He had more things to come to terms with than you. You will notice that your Powers came into being once you had confronted your inner tormentors. By killing them, your parents, you released what was holding you back. Harry didn’t have that. He managed to release some of his power when he accepted that Sirius was gone and that it was not his fault, but he was still tormented by Voldemort. Upon killing him, he released his power.” Tartarus explained, looking over at his grandson lovingly, which actually looked a bit out of place on the ancient Demon. Draco followed his gaze and noticed that his Mate still wasn’t breathing. Then he realised that he felt hollow. Something was missing inside.
“He’s dead, isn’t he?” Draco asked quietly, making everyone in the room strain to hear what he had said.
“Yes.” Tartarus admitted, forcing a heart-wrenching sob to leave Draco’s mouth and for Flees and Remus to look away in sorrow. Tears running down their faces.
“I failed him then, my Lord.” Flees finally said through his tears, looking over at his Lord and frowning at the soft smile playing on the Demon’s lips.
“No. It is up to Harry as to whether he stays dead or not. He is a Demon and future leader of Hell. The muggles did derive some truth out of the name.”
“Then he may come back?”
“He may. It just depends on whether he has anything to come back to.”
“He has me.” Draco stated firmly, gripping Harry’s hand even harder.
“And me.” Flees said, looking at his master fondly. Remus muttered his agreement and Dumbledore too nodded. Lord Tartarus smiled at them before an icy glaze came over his face once more and he turned to look at his Godson, who was deathly pale, his lips turning blue slowly.
Before anyone else had a chance to ask anything else however, the door was flung open and Ollivander ran in, showing a surprising amount of energy for one older than even Dumbledore.
“Where is he? Where is my Son?!” He yelled, coming to an abrupt stop and letting out a grief-stricken moan upon seeing the deathly still demon in the bed.
“Your son? To the best of my knowledge, Harry was born to Lily and James Potter, not to you.” Dumbledore said softly, asking what everyone else in the room wished to ask.
“Do not worry. Your son with return if he believes and finds that the loved ones he has left here, far out-weigh the loved ones he will find in death.” Tartarus said quietly to the emotionally torn man. Ollivander looked up the one who has spoken to him and gasped softly.
“My Lord. Is it true?” Lord Tartarus nodded to him, making Ollivander bow his head in acceptance, before getting up off the floor, where had dropped to his knees n his anguish, and slowly sitting in the seat conjured by Flees, nodding his thanks to the cat. Tears still ran down his cheeks, but he did nothing to stop them from flowing. “Then I accept that he will come or stay wherever the love is strongest and most true.”
“Octavious? Your son?” Dumbledore prompted, making everyone else in the room pay even closer attention to the old wandmaker.
“He is my son in everything but blood. Even then, it is only through the technicality of who conceived him.” Ollivander stated absently, never taking his eyes off of his ‘son’.
“Huh?” Flees echoed the thought going through everyone’s mind then, well besides perhaps Lord Tartarus, and only then because he was far to old and regal to think such banal things.
“I adopted Harry in the summer before his sixth year, before he returned to Hogwarts. I began to teach him the knowledge of wandmaking passed down through every generation of my family and made him my heir.” He stated plainly, looks of realisation crossing everyone’s faces as they realised everything they knew about ‘Smokey’ was pretty much true, in a round-about way.
“Then he is heir to the Blacks, Potters and Ollivanders?” Draco asked, finally speaking up form his place next to Harry.
“it looks to be. Woo boy, is he gonna be powerful.” Flees said, looking at his master with a newly found respect.
“And you did not know this little kitten?” Tartarus asked, amusement sparkling in his eyes.
Flees narrowed his eyes at his Lord and the huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well of course I did.” He lied, making Draco snort quietly, before turning his attention back to Harry.
“Please return to me Harry. I don’t think I could live without you by my side.” He whispered softly, before the events of the day finally hit him and he succumbed to an uneasy sleep, resting his head on Harry’s bed.
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Two days after the battle there was a large service held in the Great Hall for the parents of those involved and lost in the battle. Each person’s name was engraved into a large black marble plaque that was to be placed in the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts, giving memory to those who lost their lives in protecting what they loved.
“I would have liked for the real saviour to be up here, saying some words, but unfortunately he is in the Hospital Wing fighting for his life, with his husband and family watching over him, can we have a small silence and all pray that Harry Potter will get better soon.” Dumbledore said, standing on a podium in the front of the Great Hall and bowing his head in prayer.
“Now, for the teachers who gave their lives to help protect the students that they taught and the school that they had grown to love. Professor Pomona Sprout. She loved her plants almost as much as she adored her students.” Dumbledore said, making Professor Sprouts name appear on the plaque, along with the date of birth and death.
“Professor Filius Flitwick. Although he was a champion dueller, he was taken down by five Death Eaters whilst protecting a small group of students.” McGonagall said, again the name of Flitwick began to scrawl itself across the Plaque.
“Professor Victor Vector. Gave his life to protect the students he had taught for seven years.” Dumbledore said, Vector’s name being scrawled below Flitwick’s.
“And Professor Firenze. He fought to protect those he loved in the forest but gave his life to protect those he loved in the school.” McGonagall said, dabbing her eyes softly as Firenze’s name went on the plaque.
“Sadly, Professors were not the only loss we suffered that day. Several Students were lost to us as they bravely fought. Mr Terry Boot, Seventh Year Ravenclaw bravely fought alongside his companions and sadly lost his life trying to protect Susan Bones.” Dumbledore said, watching as Terry’s name went across the plaque.
“Millicent Bulstrode, Seventh Year Slytherin gave her life to protect her best friend Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. May her bravery be the pride of Slytherin’s everywhere.” Severus said, wanting to tell the world of his Slytherin’s bravery.
“Colin Creevey, Sixth Year Gryffindor bravely fought off three Death Eaters to get his group to safety, succumbed to his wounds last night.” Minerva said through her tears, fresh ones coming up at the thought of one of her little Gryffindors dying.
“Ernie McMillan, Seventh Year Hufflepuff, showed loyalty in the face of grave danger and didn’t leave his friend, Justin Fince-Fletchley’s side until he knew he was safe.” Dumbledore said, Ernie’s name scrawling across underneath Colin’s.
“Theodore Nott, Seventh Year Slytherin, took the killing curse in place of his friend Draco Malfoy, showing bravery is not just a Gryffindor trait.” Severus said, shaking his head sadly at the loss of such a promising student.
“Parvati Patil, Seventh Year Gryffindor, showed true bravery in the face of horror when she protected her twin from several curses, before falling to the Killing Curse.” Minerva said, tears now streaming down her face.
“Now, let us all have three minutes silence to honour these brave souls that gave their lives to protect those they loved.” The hall went into absolute silence with only the occasional sob or watery hiccough heard.
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And in the depths of an ancient bank run by a race so old, even they could not tell you their origins, several wills made their existence known. Causing the Goblins in charge of them to send out letters to the recipients.
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The final Battle started where everyone knew it would. Hogwarts grounds. Harry knew as soon as he woke that morning, that Voldemort was going to be coming to Hogwarts and that one way or another, it was going to be over by the end of the day. Looking over at where Draco was still peacefully sleeping, he smiled softly and leaned over to press a kiss to his Mates lips, not knowing whether he would survive the fight.
As soon as Harry's lips touched his, Draco woke up, eyes fluttering open in shock and then kissing back with equal passion and switching positions, so that he was lying on top of Harry. Slowing the kiss down, he started to kiss Harry's jaw and moved down to his neck, making Harry arch up and groan quietly.
"What a lovely way to be woken up. Is there any occasion?" Draco asked, moving to nibble on Harry's earlobes, making him moan loudly.
"Not really." Harry gasped, running his hands down Draco's back.
"What time is it?" Draco asked, licking the shell of his ear.
"Early."
"Good." Draco said and nipped Harry's earlobe sharply, making the small demon yelp, then moan when Draco soothed it with his tongue. He then moved back to Harry's lips and kissed him passionately, moving his hands down his body and removing his boxers, brushing against his erection and making Harry groan and arch into his touch.
Draco continued to kiss Harry breathless, whilst Harry brought his legs up and wrapped them around Draco's waist, pressing their erections together and getting a groan from both of them. Draco brought his fingers up to Harry and looked at him in the eyes, before placing them on his mouth, and rolling his eyes back in pleasure when Harry sucked them in and began to lick and suck them. Draco soon removed them and began to kiss him again, moving his hand down and pressing a digit into Harry, waiting for a second when Harry froze, then beginning to move and stretch him once he had relaxed, kissing down to his neck and sucking on the pulse point, making Harry gasp and arch up with pleasure.
Draco then added a second finger and began to scissor them and move them around, carefully stretching him enough to add the third finger, and pressing on the small cluster of nerves that made Harry cry out in ecstasy. Slowly he removed them all and then carefully replaced them with something larger, making Harry groan and push down on him, encouraging him to start moving.
Together they made a different kind of magic and music, moaning and gasping, as they tasted one another for possibly the last time, savouring the moment and kissing away each other’s worries. And when Harry came, he cried for what he would leave behind if he died, before Draco gently kissed away his tears and placed a gentle kiss on Harry's lips. Draco then moved off of Harry and pulled him into his arms, kissing his neck softly, while Harry closed his eyes and made sure that he would never forget the memory. For the first time in his life, praying to God to make sure they got out alive.
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Elsewhere in the castle, an old sneaky snake was making his way to his Mate, knowing that that morning would possibly be the last chance he had to tell the boy the truth.
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That morning Harry was jumpy, wondering when it was going to happen. At around ten, his scar began to burn, but he hid his wince, telling everyone that he had a headache. Only Flees wasn't fooled and led him into an empty classroom before they were expected for Potions, closing the door and turning into a human once he knew it was safe.
"Harry, its today isn't it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Flees."
"Yes you do. The final battle is going to be today. Voldemort is on his way here. Don't think I’m stupid and don't treat me as so. I know you and I’m in your mind to a certain extent. You can trust me."
"Fine. Yes it is going to be today. I'm worried I won't survive or Draco won't. What am I going to do Flees? I'm not ready! I can only just manage to make fire on my hands, I can hardly hold hands with Voldemort until he erupts into flames, can I?"
"You will be fine. It will come naturally to you when you truly need it. Use your sword, I know you brought it with you, I saw you packing it. It will help you to channel your powers through it." Flees admitted, omitting some of the truth behind his words.
"Okay, I'll fetch it after lunch. Come on, we'd better get going before we're late for potions." Harry said, waiting for Flees to change back into a cat and then walking out of the classroom and heading to Potions, arriving just before Snape entered and grabbing his set next to Draco, who looked at him questioningly.
"Flees had a question he needed to ask face to face. Apparently he thinks he has knocked up some poor Hufflepuffs cat. They'll be in for a surprise a couple of months down the line." Harry said, laughing at the thought of half human, half kitten babies.
"Ah, stupid animal. Why don't they invent kitty protection."
"Because normally cats don't care if they knock up another cat. They aren't exactly going to have to pay alimony." Harry deadpanned.
"Point."
"Today class we are going to start on Veritaserum." Snape said from the front of the class.
"Finally. Herm said she had expected us to start around now." Harry told Draco quietly, then they both quietened and soon settled down taking notes.
Halfway through the class, Snape stopped talking with a hiss of pain, grabbing his arm tightly and looking up to meet eyes with Harry.
"I'm going to have to cut your lesson short. Head to the Great Hall or something and there is no homework. I've got to go now." Snape said, hissing again and nodding when Harry raised an eyebrow. Harry paled and closed his eyes slowly, only opening them again when he felt Snape run past him and out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him.
"I hope he will be okay."
"You're not the only one." Harry muttered, rubbing his scar absentmindedly as they packed their stuff away and followed everyone else out of the classroom.
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Everyone was in the hall eating lunch when Firenze came galloping in, skidding to a stop before the head table, soon after Severus Snape ran in, quickly followed by a breathless Rabastan Lestrange.
"Headmaster! Voldemort is heading this way!" Snape gasped out, making Firenze nod in agreement and everyone in the hall to gasp in shock.
"You knew he was coming, didn't you?' Draco asked Harry quietly, making everyone within hearing distance look at him and Harry in shock and then listen in intently.
"Yeah."
"You don't think you are going to survive, that’s why you cried this morning." Draco added softly, looking at Harry with pained eyes.
"No."
"You will. You have too. I won't allow anyone to kill you, not even old snake face!" Draco exclaimed, getting the attention of nearly everyone in the Great Hall, including many of the teachers and getting a sad look from Snape and Rabastan.
"Make sure you don't die in the process and I will fight to stay alive." Harry said, looking at Draco and smiling sadly.
"Deal." Draco said, holding his hand out and shaking Harry's. Suddenly they were both engulfed in a hug from Pansy and Hermione, both girls sobbing in their hair.
"You silly boys! No one is going to die! We’re the Silent Killers!" Pansy muttered so that only they heard her.
"Indeed we are Pan." Draco muttered, but a nasty voice in his mind reminding him that even fire can be doused.
"Students! Will all students fifth year and under head for the Gryffindor Towers, those willing to fight Sixth and Seventh please stay in here. If you do not wish to fight but want to help, then please head to either the Gryffindor tower to protect the younger years, or if you know any healing spells, head to the Hospital Wing. Thank you. Harry please come up here." Dumbledore added, before sitting back down behind the table.
"Dray, form the teams we normally have, Slinky will head mine. I'm going to go and see what Dumbledore wants. Don't die and don't let any of the others become seriously injured either." Harry said, grinning brightly and then standing and walking up to the head table, dodging between the students leaving to head for the Towers.
"Harry. The time has come. I'm sorry I never had time to train you properly."
"It's okay. Draco made sure I knew enough once he found out I had a penchant for Fire. I am quite the expert on fire charms." Harry said, smiling widely at Remus. "Cheer up Remmy! You look like someone just died! Don’t forget, you trained me too!!”
"Sorry Harry. I was just thinking how much you remind me of your parents. All three of them. Hello Rabastan." Remus added, seeing Rabastan walk up behind Harry and place a hand on his shoulder.
"Harry, Severus and I need to return. I will keep to my promise and I hope to see you after the battle."
"You too. Good look Stan, give my luck to Roddy as well!" Harry added with a grin.
"Harry. You will lead the students onto battle with the Teachers and then you will be the one to fight Voldemort. Do you have any other plans?"
"Yeah, get people into groups of three or four, and make them watch each others backs. It’s easier than to watch the backs of eighty people."
"Indeed, would you like to put the people in groups. I am sure you and Remus will know which people work better together than anyone else." Dumbledore suggested, making Harry nod and move to stand in front of Remus.
"I know who to put together in my groups. What about the rest of them?"
"I know most of them and how well they will work with others. However young Ronald Weasley I am unsure of." Remus admitted, looking over to where Ron was sitting talking to Lavender Brown.
"Put him with Ginny and Luna."
"Okay. Right then, you first, then me."
"Alright. Attention everyone! Professor Dumbledore, Professor Lupin and myself have come to the decision to group you into groups of three or four, you will watch the backs of everyone in your group and no one else, got that? You will stay in your groups and if a member gets seriously injured, then all of you will retreat and head to the Hospital wing if there are three of you, or two of you will stay and two will go if there are four. Do you understand?" Harry asked. Everyone nodded or called their agreement.
"Good, Harry will start with the groups and I will continue."
"Okay, Team one will be Draco Malfoy-Black, Dean Thomas, Millicent Bulstrode and Blaise Zabini." Harry said and looked to Remus to continue.
"Group Two will be Padma Patil, Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown."
"Group Three will be Neville Longbottom, Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson." Harry said, seeing them nod and Pansy pick Flees up and place him on her lap as a message that she knew he was still their leader.
"Group Four will be Terry Boot, Justin Finch Fletchley, Susan Bones and Michael Corner."
"Group Five will be Myself, Seamus Finnegan and Hermione Granger, though you two will have to come up here and talk to me in a minute." Harry added, seeing the questioning look Dumbledore sent him.
"Group Six will be Ronald Weasley, Ginevra Weasley and Luna Lovegood." The rest of the groups were created and in the end there were eighteen groups, eleven of three and seven of four. Hermione and Seamus walked up to Harry, with Slinky draped around Hermione's shoulders, as everyone in the hall moved to their own groups and started to talk to their friends, discussing strategies and what to do.
"Hey Harry, so then, what's the plan?"
"Okay so you two will be backing me up whilst I make my way to Voldemort. We will be clearing a path through the Death Eaters and when Voldemort and I start to fight, I'm going to ask you two if you will watch my back from cheating Death Eaters. If you don't want to, then tell me now and I can put you both into another group."
"We'll do it Harry. Whatever you need us to do." Hermione said, Seamus nodding next to her.
"What she said. So what's the plan."
"Well we will make our way through the battle field, fighting off the Death Eaters if any of the groups seem to be struggling, all the while making our way to where Voldemort will be."
"And what if he leads them onto the grounds."
"Then our job has just gotten a hell of a lot easier." Harry said, making Hermione and Seamus laugh.
"Well then, I suppose the only thing left to do now is wai-" The door opening interrupted whatever Seamus was going to say, and a tall man in a black hooded cloak walked in slowly, making everyone stand up and hold out their wands.
"I have come to offer my assistance. I have noticed that you have a war on your doorstep and I have my own reasons for wanting you to win it." The stranger announced. Something about his voice made Harry trust him and step forwards, stopping just in front of him with Hermione and Seamus close behind.
"Who are you?" Harry asked softly, trying to look through the shadow the hood caused but realising it was futile.
"Someone you know deep in your heart little fireling." The man responded, smirking when Harry's eyes widened and he nodded his head in acquiescence. Flees regally walked over to him and rubbed between his legs, mentally telling him that the man was safe, he could sense it, and to accept his help.
"I accept your offer, we will need all the help we can get. If you would like to step up here, you can offer any knowledge you may have that may aid this coming battle." Harry said, leading the way back to the head table and conjuring up four seats and sitting down in the one opposite Dumbledore, the stranger sat down in the one next to him on his right and then Hermione and Seamus took both the seats to his left.
Together they all managed to come up with a reasonable plan and then settled in to wait for the wards to warn them of Voldemort's arrival and the beginning of the End of the War.
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Draco watched in horror as Harry stepped out onto the field and approached Voldemort. He couldn't stand and watch however as another Death Eater sent a curse his way and he retaliated by shooting a curse and then freezing their feet to the ground so they couldn't dodge the deadly curse. He then sent another curse for a Death Eater that was aiming for Dean's back.
He never managed to look back at Harry to see if he was okay after that, he was too involved in the battle and it was all around them, seemingly never-ending amounts of Death Eaters kept coming in sweep after sweep and Draco began to fight in earnest, working well with his small group and managing to plough a way through the Death Eaters towards where Flees, Neville, Pansy and Theo were fighting and the two groups joining together to help the others that were struggling.
It was because of this that he never saw the final blow dealt in the war by one of the two most influential leaders in wizarding history.
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Harry landed the finishing blow to Voldemort with his glowing sword, watching emotionlessly as Voldemort's shocked head rolled off of his shoulders before the body collapsed to the floor. Harry fell to his knees in exhaustion, not hearing as Draco yelled out in panic as a mist started to rise form Voldemort and entered Harry's body, making him arch up in pain and scream as he felt something tearing him apart from inside.
"Hello. My Heir." Something whispered in his ear, brushing his mind, before slamming into his very being, his last thought of Draco as darkness consumed him.
Everyone on the battle field stop in shock and stare at their saviour as he collapsed to the ground in a heap next to the remains of Voldemort, not breathing.
"Harry!" Draco yelled, pushing through the crowding Order members and rushing to Harry's side, dropping to his knees and grabbing Harry's hand.
"Stand back Mr Black. He will be okay." The mysterious fighter said, making the others look at him with suspicion but move out of his way as he walked towards their saviour. Flees looked at the man in shock and then ran forward and knelt down in front of him, bowing his head and getting shocked looks from everyone.
"My Lord! I had thought you were going to stay out of this battle? The humans posed no threat to you."
"This creature was going to try and enter my realm after he had defeated Hogwarts and Harry. I could not allow that to happen. I came to help my grandson." The man said, making everyone frown in confusion at his words and watch as he knelt down next to Draco and picked up the other hand of Harry.
"He is accepting who he is finally. He will be quite safe. That creature that called himself Lord Voldemort gave him something in his death. He knew what and, more importantly, who Harry was in the end."
"Who are you?" Remus asked finally, stepping forward and looking down at his cub.
"Who do you think I am?" The man asked, looking up at Remus, his hood falling away and finally giving everyone a glimpse at his face. He had dark black hair like Harry that ended with yellow tips, his eyes were golden and had a pupil like a cats and the tips of a pair of fangs were just about visible through his slightly parted lips. All in all however, he was very handsome and only looked about thirty.
"Lord Tartarus?" Remus asked softly, getting a wide grin form the demon and shocked looks form everyone else. "Have you come to take my cub away from me then?" Remus eventually asked quietly, not taking his eyes away from Harry's sleeping face.
"Not unless he wishes to come. He will eventually anyway, Tartarus is in his veins and he belongs there, with his people. However part of him will always belong here also, and I am not quite ready to relinquish my throne. He will live for a very long time and those he loves will die eventually, except young Draco here. If he should decide to come with me, you are quite welcome to come also Young Mr Lupin. You will find yourself welcomed by us demons. Half-breed or not. You have helped their future king and lord."
"Then I shall follow him to the very gates of hell and back Lord Tartarus." Remus said, finally ripping his gaze away from Harry to give the man a very wolfish grin and getting one back in return.
"You are the Lord of Tartarus?" Dumbledore eventually asked, finally finding his tongue to speak.
"I am, and you are?"
"Lord Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts and Leader of the Order of the Phoenix. What do you want with Mr Potter-Black?"
"Harry is my Grandson Lord Dumbledore. Surely you must have been able to work that out already."
"Then he is Smokey?! He is the rogue demon we were hunting for!”
"Indeed, and I believe young Malachi here did his job at keeping him safe perfectly." Lord Tartarus said, smiling at Flees, who smiled back and bowed his head.
"You were here to protect Harry?' Draco asked, shocking everyone as they had forgotten he was there. "That was why you never truly trusted me until we had mated."
"I couldn't be sure that you wouldn't hurt Harry. Slinky did his job in protecting the Mate of our little Lord, but I needed to be sure that you were he. Harry is a sub and thus could have easily been lead astray."
"What! How?" Draco demanded, feeling a detached sort of fear at the thought that he could have lost Harry before even knowing the truth.
"Dominant Demons can make submissives think they smell like their mates. Most subs will have a guardian from a young age, and normally one of Malachi’s kind, or from their inheritance at least. Malachi was sent to search for the Lost Heir from the time that Salazar left Tartarus."
"You're that old? Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you had experienced a lot. How come you never went to the Potter's?"
"Salazar Potter was very good at hiding who and what he was. Demons were not accepted in the wizarding world and so he needed to hide himself to survive. Eventually I gave up searching and cast a charm that would lead the true heir right to me. Harry was he, the other Potter's would not have been demons or of the right frame of mind, though it came close with young Thanatos.” Flees admitted almost to himself.
"This is so confusing. So what is happening to Harry now." Draco asked, pushing the hair away from Harry's face gently and cupping his cheek with his spare hand.
"He is being accepted as the heir to a new family. It may possibly take quite a few days.” Lord Tartarus said, before moving into a crouch and picking up his grandson with no effort at all. “I believe we should move him to somewhere a bit more comfortable, and also there are quite a few more wounded around, perhaps people should begin collecting them and taking them up to the hospital.”
“Indeed. Minerva, will you perhaps go around and begin to record the dead, from both sides. Thank you my dear.” Dumbledore said when McGonagall nodded and conjured a quill and parchment and began to walk around taking the names of the deceased.
“Then the rest of you please find those of your group that are missing and take them up to the Hospital Wing if that is possible.” Dumbledore stated after a couple of minutes of looking around him, leaving out what they all knew he meant by ‘if possible’.
“I think we should head up to the Hospital wing with my Grandson and I can continue with answering any of your questions that I can.” Lord Tartarus said, walking through the crowd and bodies with Draco close behind, still holding onto Harry’s hand, refusing to let go. Remus followed closely behind Draco with Flees by his side and they all made their way into the castle.
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Once they were all situated comfortably in a private room of the Hospital Wing, Tartarus turned to those in the room before placing Harry on the only bed in the room and taking the seat next to the bed.
“What is it that you all wish to know then?” He asked after a couple of moments of silence, where everyone of importance found seats (Dumbledore, Flees, Remus and of course Draco) and everyone else was ushered out by Madam Pomfrey.
“Why is it that Harry’s powers manifested slower than mine? He couldn’t achieve full power until the battle with Voldemort.” Draco said, allowing his glamour to drop finally and getting a gasp of shock from Dumbledore, who clearly hadn’t quite believed everything the Demon Lord had told him.
“He had more things to come to terms with than you. You will notice that your Powers came into being once you had confronted your inner tormentors. By killing them, your parents, you released what was holding you back. Harry didn’t have that. He managed to release some of his power when he accepted that Sirius was gone and that it was not his fault, but he was still tormented by Voldemort. Upon killing him, he released his power.” Tartarus explained, looking over at his grandson lovingly, which actually looked a bit out of place on the ancient Demon. Draco followed his gaze and noticed that his Mate still wasn’t breathing. Then he realised that he felt hollow. Something was missing inside.
“He’s dead, isn’t he?” Draco asked quietly, making everyone in the room strain to hear what he had said.
“Yes.” Tartarus admitted, forcing a heart-wrenching sob to leave Draco’s mouth and for Flees and Remus to look away in sorrow. Tears running down their faces.
“I failed him then, my Lord.” Flees finally said through his tears, looking over at his Lord and frowning at the soft smile playing on the Demon’s lips.
“No. It is up to Harry as to whether he stays dead or not. He is a Demon and future leader of Hell. The muggles did derive some truth out of the name.”
“Then he may come back?”
“He may. It just depends on whether he has anything to come back to.”
“He has me.” Draco stated firmly, gripping Harry’s hand even harder.
“And me.” Flees said, looking at his master fondly. Remus muttered his agreement and Dumbledore too nodded. Lord Tartarus smiled at them before an icy glaze came over his face once more and he turned to look at his Godson, who was deathly pale, his lips turning blue slowly.
Before anyone else had a chance to ask anything else however, the door was flung open and Ollivander ran in, showing a surprising amount of energy for one older than even Dumbledore.
“Where is he? Where is my Son?!” He yelled, coming to an abrupt stop and letting out a grief-stricken moan upon seeing the deathly still demon in the bed.
“Your son? To the best of my knowledge, Harry was born to Lily and James Potter, not to you.” Dumbledore said softly, asking what everyone else in the room wished to ask.
“Do not worry. Your son with return if he believes and finds that the loved ones he has left here, far out-weigh the loved ones he will find in death.” Tartarus said quietly to the emotionally torn man. Ollivander looked up the one who has spoken to him and gasped softly.
“My Lord. Is it true?” Lord Tartarus nodded to him, making Ollivander bow his head in acceptance, before getting up off the floor, where had dropped to his knees n his anguish, and slowly sitting in the seat conjured by Flees, nodding his thanks to the cat. Tears still ran down his cheeks, but he did nothing to stop them from flowing. “Then I accept that he will come or stay wherever the love is strongest and most true.”
“Octavious? Your son?” Dumbledore prompted, making everyone else in the room pay even closer attention to the old wandmaker.
“He is my son in everything but blood. Even then, it is only through the technicality of who conceived him.” Ollivander stated absently, never taking his eyes off of his ‘son’.
“Huh?” Flees echoed the thought going through everyone’s mind then, well besides perhaps Lord Tartarus, and only then because he was far to old and regal to think such banal things.
“I adopted Harry in the summer before his sixth year, before he returned to Hogwarts. I began to teach him the knowledge of wandmaking passed down through every generation of my family and made him my heir.” He stated plainly, looks of realisation crossing everyone’s faces as they realised everything they knew about ‘Smokey’ was pretty much true, in a round-about way.
“Then he is heir to the Blacks, Potters and Ollivanders?” Draco asked, finally speaking up form his place next to Harry.
“it looks to be. Woo boy, is he gonna be powerful.” Flees said, looking at his master with a newly found respect.
“And you did not know this little kitten?” Tartarus asked, amusement sparkling in his eyes.
Flees narrowed his eyes at his Lord and the huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well of course I did.” He lied, making Draco snort quietly, before turning his attention back to Harry.
“Please return to me Harry. I don’t think I could live without you by my side.” He whispered softly, before the events of the day finally hit him and he succumbed to an uneasy sleep, resting his head on Harry’s bed.
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Two days after the battle there was a large service held in the Great Hall for the parents of those involved and lost in the battle. Each person’s name was engraved into a large black marble plaque that was to be placed in the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts, giving memory to those who lost their lives in protecting what they loved.
“I would have liked for the real saviour to be up here, saying some words, but unfortunately he is in the Hospital Wing fighting for his life, with his husband and family watching over him, can we have a small silence and all pray that Harry Potter will get better soon.” Dumbledore said, standing on a podium in the front of the Great Hall and bowing his head in prayer.
“Now, for the teachers who gave their lives to help protect the students that they taught and the school that they had grown to love. Professor Pomona Sprout. She loved her plants almost as much as she adored her students.” Dumbledore said, making Professor Sprouts name appear on the plaque, along with the date of birth and death.
“Professor Filius Flitwick. Although he was a champion dueller, he was taken down by five Death Eaters whilst protecting a small group of students.” McGonagall said, again the name of Flitwick began to scrawl itself across the Plaque.
“Professor Victor Vector. Gave his life to protect the students he had taught for seven years.” Dumbledore said, Vector’s name being scrawled below Flitwick’s.
“And Professor Firenze. He fought to protect those he loved in the forest but gave his life to protect those he loved in the school.” McGonagall said, dabbing her eyes softly as Firenze’s name went on the plaque.
“Sadly, Professors were not the only loss we suffered that day. Several Students were lost to us as they bravely fought. Mr Terry Boot, Seventh Year Ravenclaw bravely fought alongside his companions and sadly lost his life trying to protect Susan Bones.” Dumbledore said, watching as Terry’s name went across the plaque.
“Millicent Bulstrode, Seventh Year Slytherin gave her life to protect her best friend Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. May her bravery be the pride of Slytherin’s everywhere.” Severus said, wanting to tell the world of his Slytherin’s bravery.
“Colin Creevey, Sixth Year Gryffindor bravely fought off three Death Eaters to get his group to safety, succumbed to his wounds last night.” Minerva said through her tears, fresh ones coming up at the thought of one of her little Gryffindors dying.
“Ernie McMillan, Seventh Year Hufflepuff, showed loyalty in the face of grave danger and didn’t leave his friend, Justin Fince-Fletchley’s side until he knew he was safe.” Dumbledore said, Ernie’s name scrawling across underneath Colin’s.
“Theodore Nott, Seventh Year Slytherin, took the killing curse in place of his friend Draco Malfoy, showing bravery is not just a Gryffindor trait.” Severus said, shaking his head sadly at the loss of such a promising student.
“Parvati Patil, Seventh Year Gryffindor, showed true bravery in the face of horror when she protected her twin from several curses, before falling to the Killing Curse.” Minerva said, tears now streaming down her face.
“Now, let us all have three minutes silence to honour these brave souls that gave their lives to protect those they loved.” The hall went into absolute silence with only the occasional sob or watery hiccough heard.
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And in the depths of an ancient bank run by a race so old, even they could not tell you their origins, several wills made their existence known. Causing the Goblins in charge of them to send out letters to the recipients.
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