Erase and Rewrite (Dramione)

React and Proceed

Nothing good is forever.
No sunshine lasts for endless days.
The shadows fall finally.

She curls up in an armchair in the library looking out as the rain falls against the windows.
And she knows,
for absolute certainty,
that the days of chill happiness are over soon.

Because one thing was clear from the beginning:
if they ever want to be fully free,
they eventually have to fight.

No matter if she hates it.
No matter how it frightens her.
No matter how the boys pretend it doesn't touch them.
They all know that if,
when,
the call comes,
they'll all fight.

If not for anyone else,
but for themselves
and each other.

For you,
He had whispered to her one night,
I fight for you,
nothing else.

For yourself,
she had answered.
For the future...

"Are you sleeping, Granger?" It's Blaise, standing by the door.

She gets up and shakes her head.

"Come on, I think we found it." He tells her, and she follows him to the kitchen.

Hopeful,
and scared shitless.

And yes,
they've found it,
the Elder Wand.

It took days to follow the tracks of powerful wizards.
Endless hours of research and dead ends.

"It had to be Grindelwald's." Blaise points at the papers they have spread to the table.

One look and she knows he's right.

"And Dumbledore killed him. so..."

"I think the wand was buried with him." Draco whispers next to her.

The most powerful wand in the world was buried with Dumbledore?

Not the best place to keep it safe,
though no one probably knew what they were burying.

That means The Dark Lord probably has it already.
But there's something Draco told her about wands the first time they discussed them,

the alliance.

"But even if The Dark Lord has the wand, he didn't win it! So it's not completely in his control?"

Hope,
that's what she feels when she looks at them.
Voldemort might have the death stick,
but does it work right in his hand?

"When the master of the wand dies the wand is master-less, like yours." He mutters.

But the excitement bubbles in her,
because that's not it!

"No, someone killed Dumbledore! Someone won the wand, didn't they?"

It's like the time stops for a minute there,
like no one even dares to breathe.
Everyone's just staring at one another across the table.
She can almost hear the imaginary chess pieces move on the game board.

Could it be they have information that the Dark Lord doesn't?

"Snape..." Theo whispers after a while.

She glances at Draco.
He's pale,
paler than usually,
staring at Theo like he has seen a ghost.

The look on his face chills her insides.

There's something more to this,
something he knows that'll change things.

"What is it?" She lowers her hand on his arm.

Slowly,
so very slowly,
he turns to look at her and shakes his head.

She already almost knows what it is.
It's in his eyes,
in the fear and shock radiating from him.