Aftermath

Three Soldiers

Everyone sat in silence after Drew finished telling Williams story. The story of how he worked with the secret terrorist group that was killing ex-Death Eaters. How he got caught up in more blood than he bargained for, which led to him nearly dying.

Draco had argued, wanting nothing more than to snuff the life out of William. For all he knew William could've had a hand in the death of his father. After attacking Harry in a failed attempt to get to Williams sleeping body, Hestia was forced to step in. Now they all sat in silence.

She saw as Draco glared at Harry, who returned the gesture, while Drew's eyes never left Williams face. She ran her hand through her thick hair, allowing the action to clear her mind.

"You have to understand, he didn't mean to do any harm. After his parents were killed by Death Eaters he was just so mad. They took advantage of him. You have to believe me, William isn't capable of hurting anyone." Drew cried, kissing Williams limp hand.

"He's part of a terrorist group," Hissed Draco.

"So were you." Harry barked back.

"Enough." Hestia sighed. "I do not care for petty arguments that will only continue in unprogressive circles. It is clear there is only one thing we can do."

Harry was surprised to see Draco drop the argument at her command and watched in confusion as Draco walked over to Hestia. Draco nodded in understanding, leaving everyone else confused.

"What exactly is that?" Harry asked.

"We've been tracking this group for months since Christmas. Yesterday we found the leader and.." Draco trailed off.

"What?" Harry pushed.

"I killed him." Hestia stated simply, ignoring the gasps from Harry and Drew. "It was a child or him, I made my choice. We thought that it would stop the group, we were obviously wrong. It was quite a naive thought anyways."

"You killed someone?" Harry spat in disgust and disbelief.

"Yes, just as many had done during the battle at Hogwarts as well throughout the entire war with Voldemort. Neither side had clean hands Harry, including yourself. Many killed in your name or were killed for supporting you. Nobody leaves a war with clean hands."

Harry scoffed and looked like he was fuming in anger but said nothing. He looked at Hestia differently, as if he were better than her. Draco noticed and held Hestia's hand as a way of silently saying, "I support you." She smiled softly at the gesture before looking back at the group.

"It is clear that we do not have much time to find the rest of the organization and bring a stop to their actions. Draco and I know a spell that will bring us the location of them. We will attack at midnight so we don't have long to prepare." Hestia said, rising to her feet as a signal that the meeting was adjourned.

"I will be apart of no such thing, Hestia. My hands will not get dirty because you're too arrogant to go to the authorities." Harry said, standing as well in order to try and hold some equal power to Hestia.

The second her blue eyes bore into his that feeling of power disappeared. "If you please Potter, I will not argue. Go to the authorities, in a society like ours I'm sure they'd believe you far more than myself. I believe you know where the door is."

Without another glance Hestia left the room. Night fell hours later and they all met up in the potions room. They all wore black, even though it make Draco's pale skin and hair brighter than usual. On the table in front of them was the map with the rest of the groups location and the left over potions of luck.

"Why would they be at the Ministry? Are they out of their minds? They have to be mad to go in there..." Drew said in a squeaky nervous voice, running his hand through his hair. "Merlin, what are we doing? We can't do this! Harry was right."