𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

105

THE END OF THE WAR

TW: explicit violence

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Ginny's scream of pure sorrow filled the air as we all started to feel the heaviness, the exhaustion and the pain in the ambience.

He was gone. All of this for nothing.

As Voldemort spoke, I noticed everyone's faces declining while the Death Eaters and their allies rejoiced in our pain. 

It wasn't fucking fair, it wasn't fucking fair.

My eyes met Avery's — whose face was pretty much full of scars because of Fred —, next to Greyback, for a second and I immediately grabbed my wand tightly in between my hands as I got closer to Fred, instinctively looking for his protection. I watched him from the corner of my eyes clenching his jaw, closing his fists while glaring at those two beasts and for a good moment I thought he would jump at them.

Merlin knows what would happen to us now that Harry, our only hope to end with that bastard, was gone. Dying was probably the most merciful option.

Neville, as the brave and persistent Gryffindor he was, decided to face Voldemort, tell him how we wouldn't submit to his atrocious will, tell him how we would fight till the end.

"I want you to know," Fred murmured in my ear, still watching to the front, "those bastards will have to go over my dead body to put a single finger of theirs on you."

I was about to reply when Harry threw himself from Hagrid's arms. Scaring the living shit out of all of us and driving us immediately fast back into the battle. 

He was fucking alive.

"POTTER!" Draco shouted, throwing his wand at Harry and running towards me, much to the Death Eaters' both dismay and surprise. I trapped him into my arms, hugging him and making sure he was okay.

YES, FUCKING YES.

My Draco has finally chosen the right thing to do, my Draco has finally saved himself.

"You're doing amazing, my boy," I said to him, "I'm incredibly proud of you."

As soon as Harry took the wand, the battle started again. I don't know where we took the energy from, but we decided to use all the possible strength in our exhausted bodies to fight as hard as we could.

My eyes immediately focused on Greyback and feeling the old rage flooding my body I started running towards him. I heard how Liv, Pauline, George and Fred were running behind me, but I didn't stop.

I needed to end with that son of a bitch.

He doesn't know I have a fucking silver dagger in my boot ready to be dug in his disgusting flesh.

"Little Circe," he greeted me, licking his lips and watching my face of disgust. "Came to let me do what Yaxley suggested to you at the Ministry? Because nothing could make this day happier but that. Especially doing it in front of your blood traitor Weasley, let's give him an spectacle."

I felt disgusted, threatened and completely viewed as an object.

Fred growled behind me and I saw how he was literally about to jump at the werewolf if it wasn't because George, Liv and Pauline put their wands on his chest, holding him back with all the strength in their bodies.

"No," Liv said, glaring at Greyback. "Let her do it."

"She's the one who has to avenge herself," Pauline added.