I Never Thought I Would Be A Hero

Original Dark angel

Chapter 16: . . . And Rise Again

Dumbledore raced through the Great Hall, with the potion, searching the cots for the boy with a lightning bolt scar. He saw the familiar flash of vivid red hair. Ginny Weasley sat next to a cot, her fingers still intertwined with Draco's still ones. He realized that Draco was dead, but he had to find Harry. "Ginny, where is Harry?"

She looked up. "He's dead. His body is still lying out there next to Voldemort's."

"Harry killed Voldemort."

"No, Draco did."

"What?" He stared at her. "Ginny, I need you to tell me what happened."

"Harry couldn't do it, couldn't kill anyone. He saw Luna die and just stood there waiting for Voldemort to kill him. Draco tried to block it but he was too late. Then Voldemort hit him with the Pandora Curse. Draco's wand was broken, so he grabbed Harry's and used Avada Kedavra. Voldemort's dead. Harry and Luna are dead. Draco is dead. And I'm still here." Ginny buried her head in her arms, shoulders shaking. "And I have to stay for the baby, but I can't do this without him."

"Ginny, pour this into his mouth." Dumbledore handed her the vial. "I thought that it was for Harry, but it is evident that I was wrong." Ginny obeyed, puzzled. "It will be alright."
Draco breathed in deeply, and opened his eyes. "Hell, that hurt."

"Draco!" Ginny cried, stroking his hair. She leaned over and kissed him for an exceedingly long period of time, murmuring between kisses. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

Dumbledore coughed six times before they took notice and looked at him. "How many others know about Draco's death?"

Ginny sniffed. "Neville helped me get him back here."

"Go find him and bring him here Ginny. We need to talk. This can never go any farther."


Draco was exhausted by the time he finished recanting his story for Dumbledore. All he wanted to do was sleep, but Dumbledore had a few more things to say. "You were aware of the prophecy; both of you. I had forgotten Draco, that your birthday did coincide with Harry's. Being from a dark family, I discounted your parents defying the dark lord. But they must have."

"Father married my mother. He produced an heir before Voldemort gave him permission. And he attempted to kill me when I was one because my first accidental magic destroyed his den. It was the most power any of the deatheaters' children displayed. Voldemort was considerably angry. In triplicate."

"Indeed. So when Harry could not fulfill the prophecy, it fell to you."

"Or Neville. That cutting curse marked him just as much as Voldemort scarred Potter and me. If Voldemort had killed me as well, then he could have picked up that wand and incanted the curse just as well. That took guts by the way, Longbottom. Bodily tackling the Dark Lord." Draco shook his head and shuddered. His audience laughed and the moment was lightened. "Now if you don't mind, Headmaster, we can analyze the whole thing for the next forty years, but being dead takes a lot of energy and I need to sleep."


Draco slept for three days. Ginny woke him in time for Harry's memorial, but insisted that he take it easy."You don't have to go if you don't want to."

"I want to."

"People will understand. Many of the wounded can't attend."

"I'm going."


Draco paused, sighed, and turned to look at ginny. "I saw them. While I was dead, okay? They were just ahead of me. Potter's parents were holding him and Black had one hand on Luna's shoulder and another on Blaise's. Thy're safe and happy. I've never seen Potter like that. Somebody has to remember them for who they were."

"Then we go."


Draco saw several people glaring as he took the podium after Granger and Ron stepped down. He ignored them. "I didn't like Potter. In school, we were rivals. He was arrogant, and too talented for his own good on a broomstick. But believe it or not we had a truce during the last few months of his life, and I've come to respect Harry."

"There is a difference between Harry and Potter. Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley tried to explain t somewhat I their polite way, but I'm here to drill it into your thick skulls. Potter was trying constantly to be the hero that our world needed and to meet everyone's expectations because that is what he had been conditioned to believe he had to do. Harry liked Wizard's Chess, Chocolate Frogs, and just flying around with no purpose. He was shy and hated attention; another conditioning from his muggle relatives."

"To be your hero cost Harry Potter his parents, his godfather, Luna and his life. Your hero slept in a broom cupboard until Hogwarts, and served as a human house-elf t his muggle relatives. The world turned on him time and time again, playing upon his weak points, the need for acceptance, and drove him to the battlefield."

Reporters were murmuring angrily, and a few ministry officials were heading towards the stage. The Weasley clan, a few professors, and Granger blocked them. It needed to be said.

"The final and ultimate cost of Voldemort's death for Harry was te loss of Luna. Most of you know Luna Luvgood to be his girlfriend of two years. I knew Luna Luvgood Potter as Harry's wife of three months. This secret was kept from the world and even from his friends for their own safety. The loss of Luna, one of the last constants in his life, gave him the hate that he needed. Congratulations, world, for the successful manipulation and destruction of a seventeen year old boy and the sacrifice of a hero."

"You're here today to pay your respects to the man who did your dirty work for you. I'm here to remember a boy who didn't have a chance. Now that he's with his parents and Luna, maybe he'll get the chance he didn't get on this plane of existence with us. Would you join me in a moment of silence for Harry, the boy behind the scar?"




"No darling. Nothing braver than any other person involved in the war, sweetheart."

"I wish I knew Uncle Harry and Auntie Luna," Sarah muttered sleepily.

"We do too, Angel."

"Daddy!" Sara squealed, waking up enough to wrap her arms tightly around the blonde man's neck. Draco pressed a kiss to his daughter's pale hair and tucked her back into bed, before joining Ginny in the hall.

"She asked about the war," Ginny said softly.

Draco s kissed her and cradled her closely. Like her, he was thinking of the dead and the survivors.

Draco had been devastated to find that Blaise had died to save his life and insisted on being the one to tell Ian, unaware that Ian had already known.

Ian was seventeen now and in his Seventh Year at Hogwarts. He had been formally adopted by Professor Snape when he was thirteen and held no reservations about calling the stern man 'dad.' He was dating a Sixth Year Ravenclaw and Rowan had become quite adept at shooing First Years out of the common room on Friday Nights. She herself had been adopted by Remus Lupin directly after the Final Battle to keep custody from going to her oldest brother after her parents died with the rest of the deatheaters.

Andrew and Andrea Davis had been reunited after a raid on Riddle House. They disappeared from the Wizarding World the moment they turned seventeen and lived in seclusion somewhere in muggle NYC. Their only contact was Carrie who dutifully exchanged information, but refused to serve as their Secret-Keeper or to even know their location. The Oracle Twins were in hiding for good reason. Their power was too great to fall in the wrong hands.

Ron and Hermione had two gorgeous sons. Evan was five and in Sara's Primary Class. Nathan was two and hard at work mimicking his father's every action., forcing Ron to actually think before he spoke and moved. Ginny and Hermione had several good laughs about his dilemma.

Harry and Luna had been buried side by side in the plot of land Draco had donated for the war's victims. The graves had merely names, date of birth and death, and one line apiece. Luna's read "Loved More Than Life Itself." And Harry's read "Seek Better Things Than We Offered."

Draco and Ginny were celebrating their seventh wedding anniversary in a few months. Sara was an imp in angelic disguise, but well-loved for her antics. Draco and Ginny were discussing an addition to the family. There were still hard times, but life was good.

Ginny tilted her head back and captured Draco's mouth with her own. When they finally had to break off the kiss in order to breathe his eyes were a darker gray than usual. "What was that for?" he whispered huskily.

"I think it's about time to give Sara that brother she's been talking about."

"And if it's another girl?"

"We add an Alexa to the group and try again. A house this big needs at least four children running around. Besides, trying is half the fun," she teased, cinnamon eyes dancing.

"You're going to be the death of me, woman," Draco declared.

"Race you to the bedroom."

Ginny didn't get two steps away when strong arms wrapped around her waist and heaved her over Draco's shoulder in a fireman's carry.

"I learned my lesson the first time," Draco remarked as he leisurely made his way towards the master bedroom. "You're much faster than you look and you become mischievous when left unattended."

Ginny pouted even though her husband couldn't see t. "You act like the charm I put on the boiler room door didn't wear off."

"I'm not going around with pink hair for a week again. Consider it a precaution to ease my paranoid mind."

"Why did I fall in love with you again?"

"Because I'm always right?"

That smart remark earned him a sharp smack on the posteriour, and an irritated "Try again."

"Because I'm madly in love with you?"

"Don't you forget it."

The End.


Author's Note: I wasn't about to make you read a long one at the top after I tortured you with the last chapter. I hope you like this story as much as I liked writing it. I seriously wrote the first chapter and then wrote the end from where Ginny and Neville find Draco to Dumbledore giving him the unicorn blood first. Everything else had to fit in. Um, other stuff you should know? 1. Blaise originally died at the end of Sixth Year instead of being petrified. My best friend's freak out prompted a rewrite before I started Seventh Year, and I added Ian to the story to give Blaise a point so he didn't get boring. You have Bri to thank for an extra year of Blaise. 2. The line about remembering the boy behind the scar came to me after reading an interview of JKR's that said that the last word of the final book would be 'scar.' If you've read my other stuff, you've probably clued in to the deep suspicion my cousin and I share that JKR is going to sacrifice Harry to kill Voldemort in the final book. I thought that if we were right, that might be a plausible finish. 3. The banter in the epilogue came to me and I may go back to rewrite the scene at the end of Sixth Year to show the prank if I have time. That should be it. Thanks for reading. Check out my other stuff. Harmony should come out soon, but I may finish up a couple of my Severitis fics first. Etc. Etc.

Disclaimer: Anything recognizable belongs to JKR, the genius behind the Harry Potter books. Anything unrecognizable (like the plot) belongs to me.

Warnings: A bit late, and there weren't any really. Ta-Ta.