Chapter 26.

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No scream in history, had ever contained that much anguish and pain.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Voldemort suddenly grunted, his face showed pain, and then he dropped to the ground, he didn't realize, that he just had his last horcrux destroyed.
Voldemort was finally, and fully, dead. 

The death eaters began to scream and escape, but Dumbledore's Army was too quick, casting a force round the castle, trapping the evil inside. "Come, woman, we have to go!" Lucius shouted at her, not yet realizing his entrapment. "But what about draco? Narcissa cried, searching desperately for her boy in all the chaos.

"Leave him! We have to go. NOW!" He yelled, seizing her wrist and dragging her toward the bridge. Never before had Narcissa realized just how heartless her husband was, leaving his own son behind to save himself. She drew her wand, and pressed it to his head, causing him to stop moving and look fearfully into her eyes. With a trembling voice, she summoned all her courage and shouted the curse, ending his life, and ending her fear.

"TRAITOR! YOU'RE A TRAITOR!" A death eater screams, firing the killing curse at her. Narcissa tries to dodge it but she's knocked back by the retreating dark army. Deciding its hopeless, she closes her eyes, and breathes for the last time, thinking only of her beloved boy.                                                                                                                

Draco presses his head against my chest, and sobs loudly, realizing fully that my heart wasn't beating anymore. "What've I done?" He chokes out, the battle cries and blasts of an ending war are completely silent to his ears.                                                                                                                                                                           Draco is suddenly grabbed by two large hands and pushed away from me.

Sirius is on his knees beside me, pulling me up and cradling me close to his body, which is racking with sobs. Ron holds a crying Hermione and just stares at my body in shock, not yet processing what's happened.  I was supposed to kill Voldemort, and I wasn't supposed to die trying...I was supposed to be the girl who lived.

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