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the winner takes it all

A song for the chapter: The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

Elwia and Harry Potter were dead.

All hope was gone.

Students, staff, and friends were all silently sobbing when they saw Hagrid carrying the two small corpses. They quickly realised the seriousness of the situation and thought about whether to keep fighting or to flee. All who had fought for a better future had died in vain in the end. Did the living want that for themselves as well?

Was it better to die for a good cause or to keep living, simply for the sake of survival?

Oh, the famous Harry Potter. He had been a good friend and the bravest boy who ever lived.

All of Hogwarts knew what kind of person Harry had been: his recklessness, witty sarcasm, and strong sense of justice. He loved Quidditch, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Hogwarts. Harry's favourite sweet treats were treacle tarts and chocolate frogs.

Harry Potter was the people's voice. He was their saviour.

Everyone knew him, but they barely knew of his sister.

The girl who was mostly known as the transfer student from Beauxbatons, who had been sorted into Slytherin. Delacour only hung out with Slytherins, with the rare exception of the Golden Trio and the Weasley twins. She had been beautiful and the life of the party, but that's all they really knew.

Even after all she had done, Hogwarts had never truly accepted her as one of their own. She was only a vague memory to most of them: the non-active member of the Order who had — only slightly — helped end the war. They never realised just how much she had sacrificed for others.

Not many people knew what Harry's sister was like, but those who did loved her deeply.

To know one is to love one.

Elwia Delacour-Potter loved Muggle classics, especially The Bell Jar and Pride and Prejudice. Her favourite artist was David Bowie, and her favourite band was ABBA. She carried the scent of ripe cherries and caramel and had a soft spot for all animals. She hated the feeling of wet jeans, being kept in the dark, and the weight of loneliness.

Family and friends were important to Elwia, though she often kept her distance from them when she was sad. She wasn't always good at talking about her feelings.

Elwia was insecure—but not in a way that made it anyone else's problem. She was a chronic overthinker and often lost sleep because of it. She did well in school, or at least tried to, though she sometimes struggled with motivation. She also liked playing the guitar, even if it had been a long time since she'd last picked it up.

She had a passion for Quidditch and had often dreamed of becoming a professional Chaser—maybe for the French National Team or the Holyhead Harpies. Any team would do, as long as she could do what she loved.

Something only Elwia knew was that she wanted a family of her own. She knew she'd be a good mother, at least hopefully. She could imagine children running through the halls of her home, their laughter echoing off the walls. She wanted to grow old with the person she loved.

And to her, that person was Draco Malfoy.

"Harry and Eden Potter...are dead!" Voldemort shouted, sounding happier than he ever had before.

"No!"

The people gathered in the courtyard could see two girls from Slytherin and Gryffindor, Parkinson and Weasley, who had once been foes, cry out to the Potter twins.

"Silence! Stupid girls!" Voldemort roared and looked around him. "Harry and Eden Potter are dead! And from this day forth you'll put your faith in me." He repeated, pointing at himself.