Destiny- Drinny

67- Potters End

"I can't believe he actually left." Draco gasped, as he was reunited with Theo and Pansy.

"I know- I never thought he had it in him." Agreed Theo.

"Poor sod." Pansy whispered, "I'm going to check on Gin." She said, walking off.

Sitting with her mother in the great hall, Ginny's dirty face sat glum. They were sitting besides an old mattress, upon which, one of the twins lay, chatting to his brother. He was bandaged up from head to toe- the only sign that he was okay was the shining smile he always wore on his face.

Next to the wounded Weasley, another mattress sat, upon which, Pansys old teacher sat- next to him Draco's aunt- the animangus. They were holding hands, and the witch had her head on his shoulder- both not saying a word.

The rest of the Weasley clan and their close friends were dotted around the bed, talking quietly to each other. Pansy looked to the spot where Ginny sat, but she was no longer there. Confused, Pansy didn't feel the light tap on her shoulder.

"Pansy." Ginny spoke, as she turned around.

"Oh Gin! Are you okay?" She asked, concerned.

"Yes. Fred was squashed by an ogre, but George managed to get him out before he... you know. Just woke up five minutes ago."

Hugging her, Pansy felt so low it hurt. There she was complaining about having to fight in this war, whilst Ginny had no choice but to. And having her entire family here meant having to worry about them as-well. Pansy mentally slapped herself.

"He's okay now." Pansy smiled, loosening the hug, "Harry has gone to end this- Voldemort shall be dead soon."

As she looked up at her ginger friends face, her eyes widened and heart dropped. Wet, unshed tears filled her eyes, and she shook her head.

"Harry's going to die." She whispered.

"What? No he isn't. Gin you can't think like that- Potter is the chosen one, The Boy Who Lived. He has to kill him." Pansy reasoned.

"I saw him die." Ginny spoke softly.

"What? How? Ginny- are you messing with me?" Pansy asked, against the face Voldemort shall win.

"Do you remember Madame Malkin and the dress?" Ginny asked, stronger.

"Yes..." Pansy answered, unsure to where these questions lead.

"And how I have powers?" Ginny continued, as Pansy shook her head slowly.

"When I was in the forbidden forest, I had a vision. The stars showed me what shall happen." She edged on, as Pansy stood back, her hands over her mouth as she shook her head in denial. "Harry dies." She whispered, "But Asteria comes to us and fights him. She kills Voldemort." She explained.

"I- I don't understand." Pansy spoke, confused.

"Neither do I, but you have to trust me." Ginny spoke, as Neville burst into the room.

"They are coming." He spoke, as everyone able to fight quickly got into position outside- ready to end this once and for all.