To Safety

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A moment later found the entire school of Hogwarts in the Great Hall, though it was actually a very memorable sight. Everyone, except the Slytherins of course, was sitting mix together at the other three House tables. If it hadn't been for the war, I would have considered this a picture perfect moment. Now, if only we could get the Slytherins to cooperate.

McGonagall had just announced that many of the students would be escorted out of the castles while those who were old enough were allowed to fight. I looked to one particular first year who was trembling in her seat, light blond hair covering horrified brown eyes.

I think it was then that I knew what I needed to do.


The voice seemingly came from nowhere and everywhere at once. Students huddled closer to their friends, some crying and all terrified.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Pansy Parkinson cried out suddenly. "Let's give him up then! It's him that he wants!"

The Slytherins all murmured in an agreement, some even going as far as to get up from their seats, looking menacingly in Harry's direction. I stepped forward towards them as did most of the Gryffindor house but it surprised me when a lot of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students forward too.

Pansy was closes to me, glaring daggers. "You're a traitor," she hissed.

"Touch him, I will personally see to it that all that greasy hair of yours is ripped off your head piece by piece," I told her.

I saw the uncertainty flash through her eyes for a moment and I smirked. I might have been a banished Malfoy, but I was still a Malfoy none the less.

"Enough!" McGongall shouted. "All the students who are of legal age and who wish to fight may stay. As for everyone else, you will be escorted out. That includes all of you who are underage!"

Slowly, but surely, the Slytherins began to inch their way out. They had nothing to fear, of course, seeing as how Voldemort came from their own house and many Death Eaters were Slytherins anyway, but it was easy to tell that they were scared.

"But we want to stay!" a fifth-year Gryffindor said.

"It's out of the question!" McGonagall said, angrily. But I knew she was just concerned for their safety.

I felt Harry take my hand and I looked to him. "We still have to find the Diadem if we want any chance of winning this thing."

He started off, pulling me but I stood my ground. "I – I can't go with you."

Harry looked to me surprised. "Why? What's wrong?"

I looked once again to the little girl, tears falling down her face now. "I have to help them, Harry. I have to get them to safety."

He looked at the little girl before looking back to me. He hesitated for a moment before nodding. I knew this was weird. It'd be the first time we weren't together since the beginning of this whole thing and we were both terrified out of our minds. "Be careful, okay?"

I flung my arms around his neck and could feel his heart pounding just as fast as mine as he hugged me back. "You too."

I kissed his cheek gently before moving over to the little girl and kneeling down in front of her. I smiled softly. "How about we get you out of here, yeah?"

I found myself escorting five first-years (the little girl included) and two third-years along with Colin Creevey. He was a pleasant kid, I found, though all he really wanted to know about was Harry.

We were told to take the kids to the east wing of the castle, where there were portkeys being set up for them to take them safetly to the Leaky Cauldron where a few Order Members were waiting. Colin would be going along with them considering he was only sixteen, but he was a great help, keeping the kids calm.

So far, everything had been going according to plan.

That was, until, a loud explosion rocked the castle.

I could hear shouts and screams and spells being thrown. I could also hear footsteps heading in our direction.

I turned to the little blond girl, who was staring wide eyed in the direction of the noise. "I need you to be brave, alright?" I told her.

She gazed at me for a moment before nodding.

"Good girl. Okay, I want you to lead everyone down this corridor. Make a left at the end and a right at the next hallway you see. There will be a door with picture of a lake on it. The password is 'peace'. Go inside and have everyone take hold of the piece of paper that'll be sitting on the desk. It'll take you out of here, alright? Can you do that for me?"

The girl nodded again. "Left at the end, right at the next, door with a lake, 'peace', and a piece of paper on the desk," she said in a soft voice.

I smiled at her. "Get going. Everyone follow her."

I watched the children disappear around the corner before I faced forward again, pulling out my wand. I was not surprised to see Colin still standing beside me. "You should go with them Colin," I said.

"I wouldn't leave you alone," he said with a grin. "Besides, we should be able to stall them enough to give the kids time to escape. I can always catch another portkey."

I quickly put up an invisible barrier behind me. It was crude but effective. If we were – knocked down, they still wouldn't reach the others.

Three Death Eaters rounded the corner, stopping at the sight of us.

Why wasn't I surprised to see Blaise Zambini at the lead.

I knew he wasn't a Death Eater, but he must have seen me heading this way, lead the way.

"Ready?" I mumbled to Colin, stepping back into a dueling position.

"Born ready," he said, stepping back also.

"Move aside!" cried one Death Eater.

"You would rather fight younger ones because they have no chance to defend themselves?" I asked. "I find that rather pathetic."

I shot a hex at the nearest Death Eater, surprising him. He fell backwards in a neat Body-Bind, but the others weren't so slow.

Colin was an amazing duelist. All those D.A. meetings must have really paid off for him. We stood back to back, watching out for each other. Colin grinned over his shoulder at me and I grinned back. . . .

Neither of us realized that someone had released the first Death Eater from his Body-Bind.

"Avada Kedavra!" he cried.

The green light came hurtling towards me as if in slow motion. I felt myself being pulled backwards and being pushed down . . . out of the way.

I sat up, dazed and confused . . . until I saw Colin's body on the floor. A soft sob escaped me and I moved towards him. I hadn't known him long at all but he had been such a sweet kid.

I started coughing again.

I'm sure I had been coughing before but I hadn't noticed. I think it, these fits, got worse when I was upset. I looked up as the three Death Eaters approached me, wands held out.

"Put your wands away!" Blaise cried out. "That's Josephine Malfoy. Step away!"

I was still coughing when Blaise grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet. I tried to push him away from me. "You let him get killed! You're a monster! A monster! He was just a kid!"

He was dragging me down a hallway. The other Death Eaters were gone. I could hear the noise of fighting even clearer now.

But I wanted to get back to Colin. I felt that I needed to move – to move his body.

Blaise, though, Blaise held strong, his hand, I'm sure, leaving imprints in my arm. But I continued to fight against him, pushing, pulling, and scratching.

"Fine!" he cried out. He pushed me to the ground, pulling his wand from his pocket. "If you want to die today, be my guest."

The words, I could tell, were on the tip of his tongue . . . but he stopped, slumping forward to the ground.

My brother stood behind him, wand out as he looked to me. The bottom of his robes were blackened as if he had been in a fire and he looked haggard, tired . . . and sad.

He took a step towards me, reaching out his hand.

And was knocked a side by another Death Eater who must have believed him the enemy.

I pulled my wand from my pocket, hurrying forward to help my brother was defending himself from the floor. . . . But someone beat me to the punch.

The Death Eater fell out of the way, revealing Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Their robes looked as if they had been burnt too. Draco turned around, a surprised and happy smile on his face . . . and it was knocked off my Ron's fist.

"Now we've saved your sorry arse twice, you git!" he shouted.

"Ron!" I said, angrily.


"Joey, come on," Harry said, holding out his hand.

I looked to my brother before grabbing Harry's hand and letting him lead me off in the direction of the Whomping Willow.

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