I do not own J.K. Rowling, the Harry Potter books, characters, series, movies, or anything else you may recognize. I just wish I did because then I'd have a lot of money and no need to ever work.
Hey everyone! So I am procrastinating writing more of one of my original novels. The reason for that is that my school computers are crappy and erased my school flash drive, and so I didn't have a very recent back-up and lost half of one of my chapters, and I had already started the next chapter. So it's hard to get back into the groove of it. Sigh...so frustrating. I'll get back to it, I'm sure. But in my procrastination, I decided I'd post a new chapter, and maybe I'll work on the first few graphics and stories for the next one. I think I'm going to call it "Safe and Sound", after the Taylor Swift song (It's so catchy!!!) because I also think it applies to the characters after the war. Of whom I only know the outcome of. Hehe. So I hope you like the chapter, and don't forget to let me know what you want to see in Safe and Sound!
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Fighting For My People
I watched as everyone started heading to their assigned positions throughout the castle and its grounds. I hoped I had made the right decision when deciding what the plan would be. If I hadn't, the deaths and the failure of this battle would be all my fault.
I spread my wings and said a quick prayer to the Fates, asking for them to protect our side, and watch over everyone.
"Your Majesty?" I looked up and saw a young male fairy standing before me, holding something covered by an orchid purple cloth. "The Elders wanted me to bring you this."
He took off the cloth to reveal a beautiful silver tiara, the same one my half-aunt had worn before me. I took it from his hands and put it on my head, before putting a spell on it to make sure it stayed in there.
"Thank you," I said, clasping his hands in mine for a brief moment before he jogged off to go join the rest of his group.
"Em, we need to go find the Diadem," Harry said after approaching me.
"I can't," I said, sadness swelling inside me. "This is what I was born to do."
He looked at me in confusion for a moment before saying, "The Prophecy."
I nodded. "This is what Dumbledore wanted me to do with what I know. To lead everyone to victory. If I don't fight, then it's already over. I have to do this and not only prove to myself that I can, but prove to my people that I can be their leader."
"Good, now go find the Diadem, destroy it and come find me because I'll be waiting," I told him. He lips met mine in a passionate kiss.
"I love you, Emily Williams."
"I love you too, Harry Potter."
We had one last hug before we both went out separate ways. I stood with my little group, which only included Emilie, Lindsay, and myself. "Let's go."
We walked out of the castle and to the front lawn where several groups were waiting, preparing themselves to fight. "Is everyone at the Hog's Head?" I asked Lindsay.
She closed her eyes for a moment. "No, people are starting to panic so it's getting harder to get everyone through."
If students weren't getting through the tunnel fast enough, that meant that any of them could die. I'm sure some of the older ones could defend themselves well enough, but the younger ones like the first and second years didn't stand a chance.
"Both of you go up to the Room of Requirement and help get people out, I can handle myself," I told them.
"Em, that's insane. We are a team, we don't split up," Lindsay said. "Never."
"Hey! You! Fairy boy!" Emilie yelled, calling over the same Fairy who had brought me the tiara. "Go up to the seventh floor to the Room of Requirement and help everyone get to the Hog's Head, or help Apparate people away."
He nodded and ran off. Emilie and Lindsay stayed beside me. I could see Voldemort's troops approaching fast. I couldn't see Voldemort, but I could see a lot of his important Death Eaters in the crowd with all the Snatchers. Giants and werewolves brought up the rear of his army.
Voldemort's followers started shooting spells at the protective shield around Hogwarts. I sent up a bunch of fireworks to let everyone inside Hogwarts know that Voldemort's followers were getting through and that our side needed to get ready to fight.
As soon as it was safe enough to get through without anyone dying, the Death Eaters charged. I flung my arms out and created a barrier of fire between us, but that didn't stop them, no matter how much fire attached to their clothing and starting burning them.
"For freedom," I whispered to myself.
"For freedom," Lindsay and Emilie said in unison beside me. Someone beside them repeated it as well, and pretty soon you could hear it emanating from all over the grounds. Every person started chanting it until it became one big, booming voice.
The archers started shooting right away, knocking out the first line of Death Eaters, then the second, then the third, before any of them had a chance to get anywhere near us.
There were so many of them, though. We were severely outnumbered even with all of my reinforcement, and no matter how hard I tried, it seemed that for every Death Eater I killed, another four were shooting spells at me. I thought once more of my family, my babies, my friends, and Harry, my soul mate, and one of the rare people who would do anything to save everyone in the world.
I closed my eyes and let everything go, inviting the fire to take over; to protect me and my loved ones. My body started to gain more heat than could be healthy for a normal person. I could feel it going through the stages from red, to orange, and finally to white. My heart started to race as the heat started to seep into every part of my body. My focus sharpened and as I fought with everyone I loved in mind, no one could stop me. The fire had taken over and add in the will to protect everyone I love, and no one ever had a chance against me.
They continued pushing us back into the castle and someone on my left screamed. I turned and saw a group of werewolves start attacking the fairies. A few already lay dead on the ground.
"NO!" I screamed. The fire burned even brighter as I got angrier. I flew over as fast as I could, and stood between the fairies and the werewolves, putting up a fire barrier around us. "You cannot harm my people any more because we are done letting you walk over us."
"And just who do think you are, sweetness?" One of the werewolves asked, licking his lips as he looked me up and down.
I walked through the fire, and starting fighting the whole group, burning them beyond recognition, snapping their necks, and getting rid of them. The werewolf from before was the only survivor of the back and he looked at me with wide eyes. Just before I killed him, I answered his question.
"I'm the fricken queen."
I worked my way back over to my group and everyone continued fighting, getting pushed farther and farther back into the castle. Everyone was doing so well, and I could only hope that Harry, Hermione, and Ron had found the Diadem.
There was no time to be tired. There was no time to stop and mourn for the dead. No time to help the injured. I found myself in the courtyard and when I took a quick look around, everyone was engaged in battle. That is, until a cold, high voice rang above everyone else's.
"You have all fought valiantly," the voice said. Every stopped fighting, even the Death Eaters. "Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. Yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste. Lord Voldemort is merciful. I command my forces to retreat immediately. You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured.
"I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, the battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour."
By the time the announcement was over, the Death Eaters had all disappeared, probably back to where their headquarters was. People started heading towards the Great Hall and I stood, looking at the destruction around me.
My body started to take me to the Great Hall, as if forcing me to see who had passed away. The fire started to fade as I slowly trudged towards the Great Hall and pushed open the big double doors.
The House tables were crowded and the room was more crowded than I had ever seen it. The survivors stood in groups huddling each other and holding hands. The injured were being treated on the raised platform by Madame Pomfrey and a group of helpers.
The dead lay in a row in the middle of the Hall. My feet refused to go any farther, because from here I could see the faces of every person who had died. The Weasley family surrounded George's body, all of them weeping. Harry, Hermione, Lindsay and Emilie were with them, huddling different members of the family, and crying themselves. As I slowly moved closer to them, I could see the two bodies lying next to George were those of Remus and Tonks, pale and peaceful looking.
I couldn't do this. I couldn't go in there when I had made the plan of attack, and now people were dead. People I loved and cared about.
Some part of me must have felt that I needed to go and do it anyways because my feet started moving towards the Weasley clan. As soon as they heard me approaching, they turned to look at me before Harry ran to me and hugged me tightly.
"I'm so glad you're alright," he said into my hair.
"But so many other people are dead because of me," I said quietly. He pulled back and looked me in the eyes.
"You did not do any of this. In fact, you saved lives," Harry said. "You have done so well, but we all knew there would be casualties, even if it's people we didn't want to be casualties."
"But I knew more than anyone else and I still didn't save them," I said, starting to cry.
"If you could talk to them, they would still love you just the same," Harry said, kissing my forehead and squeezing me tighter. "I love you so much, and if anything had happened to you, I would've given up."
"Don't give up, Harry. Never give up," I said and he nodded, his hand sliding to something in his pocket.
"I need to go check on something," he said vaguely and I nodded. He gave me one last kiss before he left, letting me go join the others. Lindsay was devastated and couldn't stop crying over George being dead. Fred held her close, hugging her and crying as well.
I stood in front of Remus' and Tonks's body, and looked at how peaceful they were. Tonks wasn't supposed to be here in the first place. She was supposed to be at her mom's helping watch Teddy, Aidan, and Nadia.
Teddy was barely a month old and he had already lost both of his parents. He would never get to see them in person, or hear their voices, or feel one of their hugs or kisses. He would be just like Harry, always wondering what his parents thought of him, and what it would've been like to have his parents alive.
I continued walking down the middle of the room, looking at each of the bodies, and recognizing every single one. Especially the fairies that were killed. I knelt down in front of them and said a prayer for them, asking the Fates to be kind to them and reward them with the best afterlife possible.
I started helping Madame Pomfrey tend to the wounded because that way I had something to do; something to keep my mind off of everything that had happened, and everything that would happen again once the battle started up again.
"Emily, have you seen Harry?" Hermione asked. I shook my head. "The hour is almost up - I'm getting worried."
I looked at the nearest, undestroyed clock and noticed that she was right. The hour Voldemort had given us to recuperate and get ourselves back together was almost over, and I hadn't seen Harry for the majority of that time.