Author's Note: What if Draco was on the Light side? What if he joined for one sole purpose? This chapter is another what if. Also, a REMINDER — these chapters will NOT be in chronological order, and the story is in the Completed Section because each chapter can stand by itself. If you guys really think I should place it under In Progress, then I will...of course, after I think about it. (:

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Word count: 571

Hogwarts: A History

Aftermath

Voldermort's gone. Dead.

The war is finally over.

It's about bloody time, Harry fucking Potter.

I slumped to the ground, exhaustion washing over me; waves of relief flooded my chest at the sight of the remaining Death Eaters fleeing the Hogwarts ground, seeking retribution at the Apparition point. Voldermort's body was no where to be seen — he disintegrated before my very eyes, leaving no trace behind. It seemed like the world stopped revolving that single moment.

I sat there, leaning against a fallen pillar, too tired to join the cries of exultation the survivors cheered.

This war...this war ruined everything. I lost my friends, my reputation, my family...I lost it all after I joined the Order. I couldn't obey anymore of Voldermort's orders anymore — all the torture, rape, murders I've committed...It was a routine I tried to numb myself with but failed miserably. I don't know why, of all times, my conscience decided to turn away from it at the pinnacle of war.

From the corner of my eyes, the Golden Trio embraced, and my eyes locked on Granger's intertwined fingers with Weasley.

I wish my conscience had developed sooner.

"The war is over!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, followed by another round of cheers. "If you will, please accompany me, Madam Pomfrey, and the rest of the professors to the Great Hall where you can be treated and reunite with your families and friends." The old coon actually had a smile on her face, and she looked proudly at each and every person at the battlefield before turning around and disappearing within what remained of the Hogwarts entrance.

I struggled to stand, holding back a cry of pain — from my heart, from my injuries, I didn't know which in particular; I just felt the urge to rip my heart out as Potter commented about something trivial that caused Granger to gaze adoringly at the redheaded blunder next to her.

With some effort, I finally found the strength to stand upright when the three stepped inside the halls of Hogwarts. I hesitated. Who would I "reunite" with inside? Pansy? Goyle? I frowned at the memory of Crabbe dying before my very eyes by his own Fiendfyre; although he and I were never truly friends, I felt remorse for always being condescending towards him and realized that belittling everyone has left me alone and bitter.

My eyes wandered to the horizon. The sun was just rising, and the serenity was a welcoming sight from the aftermath.

Where do I go? My parents left the moment they saw Harry snap out of his "death", and no doubt the moment I enter the castle a member from the Order would be there to supervise me until I was capable of being interrogated. And Granger...

I sighed. Everyone was already inside.

I strode forward, reminiscing. Chances are that I would never step foot on these grounds, and I felt bitter that my last moments of this school involved being an accomplice to killing Dumbledore and murdering several of my former comrades. Every step I took felt like a blunder to my chest — those brown eyes, that twinkle of laughter, that sharp, intuitive mind — if I leave now, I'm going to lose that all.

No. I have to go. I haveto.

She wouldn't miss me.

And with that, I stepped onward towards the horizon and Disapparated.