Harry Potter - Fanfiction

Year 7 - Fallen Warrior

Gone are the days where we enjoyed being back home, excited for the new year to begin at school and to see our friends again, learn new spells, make new memories...

Nostalgia hits me hard as we spend what could possibly be our last time back at home; No one knows what's going to happen with Voldemort now freely taking reign over wizards, witches, and Muggles.

We don't know whether we're going to make it through this fight or not, and so we spend every waking moment of the beginning of our holiday with our parents. Hermione and I will then be heading through to the Burrow.

"Nyx, can we talk?" Hermione asks one evening before heading to bed.

She stands leaning against my doorway as I pull back the covers to my bed. The only light illuminating in my room from the very galaxy lamp Hermione had gotten me one Christmas.

"Come sit," I say ushering her inside while I get into bed.

She closes the bedroom door and comes to sit at the end of my bed, but she doesn't say anything further as she sullenly stares at my wall.

"Talk to me," I say reassuringly.

"Why did you tell me not to be angry with Harry when he used the... Curse on you?" she asks shakily.

"He was right, I had it coming. It doesn't mean I will ever forgive him for it, he still was in the wrong, but we were all high on emotions that evening," I answer.

"What if... Malfoy had used it on me?" she questions.

"I would never forgive him, but I wouldn't be angry at him because it's the same as Harry, neither of them has got it in them to do it, even if they think they do," I reply.

"I don't fully believe that, but I understand, I guess." She shakes her head in confusion.

"Look, if Harry actually had the power to kill someone... Or like you said if Draco used it on you and he had the power to kill you, it would be a different story all together. I wouldn't have goaded him on, and I would have mercilessly struck him down on the spot. And I would have made him suffer," I reply with a stern expression.

I can see she is still battling with her thoughts, questioning her friendship with Harry.

"Plus, Harry needs you and Ron, now more than ever," I add. "Otherwise, he'll definitely lose this battle against Voldemort, and we don't want that."

She smiles faintly.

"You're not going back to school, are you?" she asks.

"No." I shake my head. "And I know neither are you."

"How do you know?" She looks a little surprised.

"Given how the year ended Harry is probably going to go on a dangerous mission to end it all, and I know you and Ron are definitely not going to let him go alone," I explain.

"We can't, he's our –"

"I know." I hold up my hand to cut her off. "I wouldn't expect any less from you, you are my sister after all, and like I said, he needs you two now more than ever."

"Why aren't you going back?" She grabs a small throw pillow, clutching it to her chest and leaning against the wall.

"Voldemort is infatuated with Hogwarts; I don't give him long before he infiltrates the school. And I have some... Unfinished business," I reply.

"Malfoy?" her tone drops slightly, I'm unsure if it's disappointment or loathsome.

I nod. "I can't abandon him. And I don't expect anyone to understand, but I have to try help him. He didn't want to be taken away by the Death Eaters, but he had no choice. He has no one except his family and me."