The End

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Josephine's POV

I ran through the castle, my wand clutched tight in my hand. I had since lost sight of Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and the rest of the D.A. and I wasn't sure where I was going at all. I could here a lot of noise but no one was around me.

That Lucky feeling I had had earlier was fading slowly. The large smile I had had on my face was simply a smirk now and just barely that. I was scared now, more than lucky, because I had no clue where anyone was and I couldn't find Draco and I wasn't sure if Harry was back or not and okay and I wasn't –

Suddenly, Hermione spun around a corner, almost smacking right into me. "I've lost Snape!" she cried, tears building up in her eyes.

"It's alright, Hermione, it's alright," I said, taking her hand. "It doesn't matter, we just need to find –"

There was a scream and a heavy thud outside. We looked at each other for a moment before running to a near window and looking out.

Hermione screamed, burying her face in my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her, trying to look away from the window, but I couldn't.

Dumbledore lay on the ground below us, dead, I knew. It couldn't be him, I was trying to tell myself. Dumbledore was supposed to be invincible! That couldn't be him lying on the ground.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my little blood-traitor niece!"

Hermione and I turned to face Bellatrix, who was smirking at me. Behind her a few others stood, smiling evilly at Hermione. I moved in front of her, my wand pointing out.

"Aww, protecting Mudbloods now, are you?" Bellatrix said in her little baby voice. When I was little, I used to like that but now . . . I wanted to rip out her voice box.

"You have no right to call her that," I said, my voice shaky even though I was trying to be strong.

Bellatrix twirled her wand in her fingers, laughing. "Why not? She's a nothing. We're purebloods. You should be able to see the difference, little niece."

"I see no difference. We're both still witches."

Bellatrix laughed again as did the other Death Eaters. "I see you've seen your brother's handiwork outside."

My heart twisted painfully in my chest. Draco . . . that's what he was planning this whole time. . . . He killed Dumbledore? "No," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," Bellatrix said. "He cornered Dumbledore and Snape shot him down. . . . It was supposed to be your brother's job, but I suppose the failure gene runs in your generation. . . . So where is little Potter now, to protect you, Jojo? He's your little boyfriend now, isn't he? So where is he, huh? Where is the world's little savior?"

My wand was held in front of me as Bellatrix approached, that awful thing she called a voice spewing over in a laugh.

I could feel the Felix Felicis wearing off, but instead, another feeling overwhelmed me. It was intense and worse than I'd ever felt. And it was directed at this woman in front of me, but mostly towards all of her kind. Those filthy, disgusting, maggots called Death Eaters. These people who turned my loving brother into a horrible monster. I never felt such intensity.

I was furious.

"You're a bloody monster," I said, my voice stronger now.

Bellatrix laughed. "Is that supposed to hurt my feelings?"

She was mocking me. Now, I was really angry.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" I screamed.

Bellatrix cried out as I lifted her into the air and screamed as I tossed her aside like the bag of garbage she was. The other Death Eaters moved towards me but I blasted them all away, ferociously, my screams echoed through the halls.

"I am sick and tired of you bloody bastards messing with the people I love and care about!" I yelled at the people knocked onto the floor. "Now get out of my school!"

They scrambled to run, Bellatrix glaring at me as she disappeared down the hallway. I spun around on my heel, heading for the Entrance Hall, vaguely hearing Hermione following behind me.

I put my wand away, only because I feared I might actually kill the next Death Eater that came at me the wrong way.

Hermione and I hurried down the steps outside, where many people were crowded. Hagrid pushed forward through the group and I watched as he picked up Dumbledore's body, walking away.

The crowd dispersed slowly, some people crying, some people in shock . . . the Slytherins showed no emotion but I could tell they were just as shaken as everyone else.

I think it was when I saw Harry that I softened. He sat on his knees near the spot where Dumbledore had fallen, clutching something in his hand. I vaguely heard Ron come up to us and the distant pops of Death Eaters running out and Disapparating. I ran towards Harry, dropping to my knees and flinging my arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around my waist as he put his face in my shoulder.

I thought I would cry, but I hadn't. I wanted to be strong for Harry, I had to be.

Ron and Hermione came up behind us. Hermione was still crying. Ron looked stoic but I could tell he was hurting. I reached up and grabbed his hand. He squeezed it, wrapping his other arm around Hermione's shoulder. She moved in closer, reaching down to put a hand on Harry's shoulder.

Together, we could all be strong

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