Dear Readers,

This is my first fanfiction, so please show me some mercy.

I would really appreciate reviews to know if I should even continue with the story.

Gentle critisism is appreciated.

Thank you so much for reading, and I hope that you enjoy the story.

Avada Kadavra!

I ducked to avoid the green beam of light headed straight toward me and ran into the Great Hall. What I found was mass chaos. Stray hexes and curses flew by me as I ran towards the thick of the fray.

Many had perished. Mom, Dad, Ron, Luna, Neville, Ginny, Bill, Collin Creevy, all dead. I did not allow myself to dwell on those whom had fallen. As I reached the center of the hall, I caught sight of Harry and Voldemort dueling. Their wands seemed to be connected by a beam of light. I shot a quick hex at the death eater to my right and sped off towards Harry.

A slicing hex, nicked my stomach, cutting my tang top four inches below my breasts. I swore under my breath, but kept my urgent pace. I needed to get to Harry.

The world seemed to slow down as I saw the green of Voldemort's killing curse reach Harry's wand. All too quickly Harry's eyes glazed over and he fell limply to the floor. He had fallen for the second time, never to return. My wand flew from my hand when I was hit by an expelliamus, I hardly noticed .By the time I had reached Harry's side, few were left. I paid no attention to the last of the order and students being picked off, my focus solely on the dead boy in front of me. Gingerly, I lifted his head to rest in my lap placing my torn jacket over his chest. Tears ran freely down my face, snapping back to reality only when a hex narrowly missed my head.

My face whipped up to see who had sent the curse my way. Dolohov. Unadultered rage filled my mind as I gently placed Harry's head to the floor resting on my blood stained jacket. I no longer held my wand, but I felt as if this did not matter. I lifted my arm and a beam of green shot from my hand striking him square in the chest.

I was surrounded, I knew there was no way out, and I honestly didn't want a way out. I wanted to die with my friends. I looked up defiantly at Voldemort and gave him a wicked smirk before turning to three of his followers to my right. I stepped over the recently deceased Bellatrix…what a pity. The men all wore masks; but, I could see long blonde hair falling elegantly down the death eater in the middle's back. The three looked untouched, they had not even fought. Cowards.

Voldemort did nothing but curiously tilt his head to the side, wondering what I would do next.

Without further delay I flicked my wrist towards the three death eaters, my only thoughts at the moment were that I wanted them to suffer. A black ball flew from my fingertips and as it reached them they fell to the ground emitting silent screams and clawing at their faces tearing off their masks and pulling at their clothes. The unknown curse caused their veins begin to show through their skin, and their eyes to rot in their sockets. The Great Hall went still.

Then, as suddenly as it began it ended, they were dead. I straightened back up and looked over to the other followers and to the Dark Lord himself. Lifting my chin I put on the most confident face I could muster and took a strong step toward what I was certain would my doom. Damn Gryffindor bravery.

No one moved, no one dared breathe. Tension permeated the air.

Then a slow clap cut through the silence. The Dark Lord took a step toward me and stopped his advance and clap. His eyes meet mine. Never before had I seen such evil in my life.

"Bravo….That wassssss quite impresssssssive." Voldemort hissed. His voice shocked me; it was filled with power and strength. I felt my confidence falter, but then remembered that I did not expect to escape alive. Voldemort's gaze racked up and down my small frame, assessing me. Never in my life have I felt so exposed.

"I wassssss not aware that the mud blood could cast wandlessssssss….mosssst intriguing indeed."

His voice sent chills down my spine, but I kept my eyes firmly on his not allowing him to see my fear. I just wanted it to be over so I figured the best way was to bring up a "touchy" subject…

"Why do you fear death?" I asked in what I meant to be a strong voice, but to my horror came out in a small whisper.

Voldemort took a step back, and visibly flinching, as if having been slapped in the face. Anger marred his serpent like features and furiously he drew his wand. I smiled knowing that I would be able to join Harry and Ron.

My vision caught the slight movement of a young boy my age huddling half hidden behind the wall. Our eyes locked and I could see the regret in the blonde's eyes. I mouthed the words I forgive you to the frightened boy in an attempt to rid him of his guilty conscience. Draco bowed his head and let a few tears fall to the ground, his face revealed the utter anguish he was feeling.

Vaguely I noticed that the other death eaters had also drawn their wands. I knew that this was it. They all let out various curses and hexes. I did not make an attempt to dodge or block them; I just wanted it to end. Closing my eyes and tilting back my head I waited.

The Great Hall seemed to explode in a large BANG! The next thing I knew I was met with the sweet sensation of unconsciousness.

I hope that my attempts at writing were not to terrible. Please review so that I know where I need to improve.