The Boy Who Cried

(Yes, I know I ripped the name. Sorry George! But hey, it\'s your musician who did the music for Harry\'s movies, so why shoulden\'t I use his music as inspiration for my fight scenes? :P)

Malfoy looked up, barely in time to see Harry’s fist crunching into his face. Staggering back under the blow, he dropped his knife, and went for his wand, in his robes. He had no idea why his master was attacking him, but he hadn’t lasted where his father failed by being slow on his mental feet.

Harry could see only rage,he bhe beat upon Malfoy. Malfoy’s wand came up, but Harry blocked the jinx, his eyes flaring in anger. The most Unforgivable curse was on his lips, the one that not even Lord Harold had cast. Crucio. It screamed in his brain, begging to be let free, to rip it’s evil fangs into Malfoy. The only thing holding him back was a tiny spark, telling him that if he did that, he might save Ginny’s life, but she’d never trust him again. So he fought, fists, jinxes, hexes, and fought.

Malfoy finally started to strike home with some hexes, first a Stinging Hex, which pealed up the top of Harry’s wand-arm, then a Disarm, and a boiling hex, causing Harry to scream, as his left arm felt like it were being boiled. Malfoy sneered, stepping close, his enemy falling to the ground. “I always knew there was something funny about you, Potter! But now, I will be the Lord… And you? You’re dead… Goodbye, Potter… Or, maybe not. Maybe I’ll do some more to the Weasley bitch… It was good of to oto order her captured alive. She’s so much more fun…” He laughed, vilely, Harry kneeling on the floor. “Maybe I’ll do something to you… You know, girls aren’t the only ones who make fun sounds when they get sliced…” He laughed softly, advancing another step. Close…

Harry thrust to his feet, the knife in his hand. “THE HELL YOU WILL, MALFOY!” He plunged the knife into Malfoy at the navel, his left arm going for Malfoy’s wand-hand. The “eeerrk!” issued by Malfoy was utterly gratifying. Then he pushed up, up… The knife sliced upwards, bisecting Malfoy’s windpipe, as Harry drew it upwards, hardrougrough his throat, and into the bottom of his chin. He leaned close. “Goodbye, Draco.”

He had just enough time to look at Potter, truly realizing what mistake he had made… He, Draco Malfoy, last surviving heir to the Malfoy name, was going to die. No magic in the world could save him. And he knew what it was to have been utterly, utterly wrong. Then Harry struck the bottom of the knife with his palm, driving it through Malfoy’s mouth, and into his brain. An instant to go wide-eyed, and then…


Harry let Draco’s body slide down to the ground. It seemed to happen in slow-motion, the very potent thud sound as he impacted. Then his head swiveled, almost eagle-like. He whispered her nametchitching the blood seeping from her. “ALOHAMORA!!!!!”
The spell seemed to reverberate, and the links holding her to the rack exploded outwards from her, while he rushed forward, catching the softest, youngest Weasley in his arms. “Ginny..”

“Oh, Ginny…” His eyes were pouring tears, as he held her tight. He’d never realized just how that gangly, awkward tomboy had turned into a strong, long woman… He softly brushed at her hair. “Ginny… How could I let this happen?”

She choked softly, her throat working, before her eyes tilted, looking into his. “H-Harry? I-Is that you?”

He softly kissed her cheek, eyes closed. It was frightening, how much she was bleeding. “Yes Ginny… It’s me…”

She sniffled softly, and closed her eyes, crying. “T-Thank you… F-For letting me see the real you… Before I die…”

This startled Harry, who whipped his head back, looking into her face. “Ginny! You’re not going to die!” But she merely shook her head. “Look at me… I’m bleeding so bad…”

He shook his head violently, and leaned down. His lips touched her cheek, again, and he didn’t care what was on her. He slowly lifted her to the ground. “My eyes. Watch my eyes, Ginny. My eyes.”
He could see her throat working like, bu, but she did as he said, keeping her eyes on his.

Walking out was hard, Harry found his whole body trembling with the thought of how he could slip and hurt her. But her got her out, and in the first room, found Madam Pomfrey tending to Luna. Her horrified gasp was truly amazing, as she spied Ginny. “Good heavens! What happened?! WHO did this to her?!”

Ginny’s whimper was truly wretched, as she attempted to bury her face in Harry’s robe. He didn’t try to stop her at all, as he set her down on a plain wooden table, and Pomfrey clucked with outrage. “Good heavens… Poor girl, hold on. I’ve got some supplies down here. Just the kind of supplies one would need to deal with these injuries… Ginny, have they done this to you before?”

She merely whimpered, but it was enough to tell Harry all he needed to know, his hands fisting in his robe. He was shaking with rage, rage unbridled. The door flung open, and Pomfrey started to tell the person off without turning around, but the twin gasps silenced her.

“Luna!”

“GINNY!!!”

Before Harry could realize it, Cho had Luna in a bearhug, Luna resting her face on Cho’s breasts, while Cho stroked her hair motherly, and Hermione had thrown her arms around Ginny, kissing her face softly, tears pouring from her, while Pomfrey clucked.

“Ginny, Ginny, who did this to you?”
“Luna…. Oh, Luna…”

Pomfrey worked her medical magic, and clucked again, sighing. She gently gave Ginny a hug, then Luna. And she sighed. “I… I’ve never… In all my years here, seen such… Such cruelty… Potter!”
Harryhroahroat closed, afraid she was accusing him.

“They’ve explained what happened. And I don’t blame you. But I do nd tnd that you set things right! Never, have I seen such…”

Harry sighed, looking back. “I… Malfoy’s dead, I killed him… But what else can I do?”

Pomfrey shook her head. “You think Hogwarts is the only e the this has happened? All of the Wizarding World has been either subjugated, killed, joined the dark side, or fled to other countries. It’s up to you to fix things.”

Harry’s eyes closed. He felt arms, he wasn’t sure who’s, around him. Then another set, another, and a forth. He knew… He sighed, softly, enjoying the quadruple-hug on him, as the four girls whispered.
“Harry… Thank you.” This was followed by a kiss on his cheek. That was Luna.
“I don’t blame you… And thanks… You gave that bastard his own medicine… I love you for that, if never for anything else…” A soft kiss, on his other cheek. That was Ginny, obviously.
“Harry. I don’t blame you for what Lord Harold did to me… I love you.” The kiss was on the back of his neck, from Cho…
Hermione didn’t say anything, She She merely pressed her lips to his, and he tasted tears, sweat, and love… He would’ve been scared, at any time before. But now? He felt like he could do it. This was strength… Having those who loved you nearby… He just hoped Hagrid didn’t feel it necessary to give him a bear-hug, or he might not survive. The thought made him smile, and his arms spread, embracing as many of them as his arms could. “Thank you… All… I..” He choked, once, but continued. “I think I can, now…”