The Enemy of my Enemy

The Final Moments

There was a cease fire.

Those who had survived thus far made their way to the Great Hall, the dead were being collected along the way and taken, too, along with the injured.

She stood well out of the way. No one knew she was there, like she was invisible to them. She watched from the shadows as Mason, Theo, Marcus, and the others regrouped, each of them holding on for a little longer.

She watched as they surveyed the room, looking for friends, relatives, and anyone else they may have known amongst the wounded and dead.

Mason seemed on a mission. There was only one person that he was looking for, but unfortunately, he would not find her in the Great Hall.

Marcus found Adrian and Derrick. He dropped to his knees beside the two, hands covering his face. He did not seem to be crying, but his resolution was broken. His best friends were dead.

Theo placed a reassuring hand on Mason's shoulder. The younger boy shuddered and turned, wrapping his arms around the older boy's waist, and burying his head in his chest.

The Entrance Hall doors opened, and she turned, eyes watching as Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger made their way across the flagstone to the double doors. The latter two headed inside, while the former lingered on the threshold.

He too, like many others at this school, was broken. But there still shone a determination in his face. Voldemort's last threat had not been diminished, she was not sure what he was going to do about it, but she knew that he did not plan to ignore it.

'You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. One hour..."

Drawing further into the shadows, she watched as Harry Potter withdrew from the Hall. He turned tail and run up their marble staircase.

The banister had been blown off; stone shattered as it scattered across the flagstones.

Hogwarts was unnaturally silent. The essence of the battle lingered, though. The walls crumbled, blood stained the stone floors and walls. Paintings were empty, and even the ghosts were missing from the hallways - everyone was in the Great Hall.

She followed Harry through the corridors and up to the second floor. He was clutching a crystal flash in his hand, the contents swirling eerily. She had seen enough memories over the course of the last few years to know the difference between them and a potion. But who's memories did Harry hold?

Harry did not stop until he had reached Dumbledore's office. He stood outside the stone gargoyle, staring up into his face. How it remained unscathed was a wonder, but it had somehow survived the battle so far.

"Dumbledore!" Harry said. It was clearly a desperate plea for help, even though the former Headmaster no longer lived.

The Gargoyle jumped aside, and the spiral staircase moved upwards. Harry disappeared and she waited a few seconds before following him.

She did not bother knocking. The door had only just closed when she reached it, and who did not like a surprise?

Harry whipped around quickly; hand raised as his wand aimed directly at her. He was not scared, or angry, but she could see uncertainty in his eyes.

"Which one are you?" Harry asked.

She smirked. "Good, Potter," she said. "You may survive this after all."

Faye still lingered.

"Where's Teddie?"

"Safe."

"What does that mean?" Harry asked. He did not lower his wand.