HP Dawn Night

I'm sure I'm not dead, because death doesn't feel pain.

"She's awake," said one.

"Clear water is like a spring!"

I choked on the cold water hitting my face and opened my eyes.Pansy was looking at me with his wand raised, and Blaise complained under his breath, "You're so rude."

"Where am I?" I asked.There was no pain anywhere in my body.

"A makeshift medical room," Pansy replied. "We thought you were dead."

"Pansy hugged you and cried a lot, only to find that you are still breathing." Blaise said with a smile, "Madame Pomfrey has repaired your broken bones, she said you still need to drink this , After drinking it, you will be alive and kicking."

He handed me a cup of hot potion, which Pansy took and rudely down my throat.

"Ahem...how do you..." I was choked and coughed again and again.

"I thought you were dead!" Pansy put down the glass with a sullen face, and Blaise stared at her nervously.Pansy made a big movement to refill the glass, then suddenly she leaned over and kissed my forehead several times, and at the same time her tears fell into my hair, I was dramatized The scene was horrified:

"Hey, I'm still alive."

"Okay, okay, Pansy!" Blaise said resignedly, "don't suffocate her, please?"

"Oh—" Pansy sniffed loudly, terrified several people in the infirmary, "If you die, I—I—I have to kill that b—— bast— OK!"

"He's dead..." Blaise whispered.

"Where is Draco?" I found that an important person was not around my sickbed, and the memory came back to my mind intermittently, "No, no, Draco—go and stop him, he must go to the black Demon King!"

"What are you talking about?" Blaise looked at me in confusion, "Draco just came to see you."

I was stunned: Draco didn't go to the Dark Lord?Didn't go to my dad?

"He's the biggest bastard in the world!" I yelled angrily, sitting up, startling the wounded nearby, "He let him die!"

"Who? Who are you talking about?"

"My dad!"

"No no no—Professor Snape is alive and well," Pansy said.I glared at her:

"you're lying!"

She looked more confused than I: "I didn't. Actually...Professor Snape came back with Draco's parents."

This time I was stunned: "Draco's parents? The war is over?"

"You didn't get knocked stupid, Violet!" Blaise pointed outside, "The battle is still going on, we just took a halftime break because of injuries." He pointed to his bandaged calf and disgraced pan Xi, "Potter and the others were fighting with the Spider Legion upstairs just now. When we came in, they happened to go out and walk to the field..."

I didn't care about the savior anymore: "What happened just now?"

"You fell down the eighth floor with a spider and a Death Eater. You were lucky and fell onto two moving stairs before continuing down. The Death Eater and the spider were not so lucky. That's right, they were directly smashed into meat paste."

"Your ribs are all broken, and there are almost no good bones in your whole body except your head. At the beginning, there was a big swelling on the back of your head." Pansy handed me a wand, "We are not far from you." Found your wand somewhere, and it's in good condition—a wand that's had Felicia."

"Where are the others? Draco, my dad..."

"Draco rushed down like crazy just in time for Pansy to find you alive, and he was laughing and crying like a fool, and he went out after Madam Pomfrey fixed your bone. Nope Came back in a few minutes - with his parents and your dad. The four of them gathered in a corner talking for a while, then all hurried out, and Draco said they were going to fight, and he should be helping put the Wounded people keep coming in - here he comes!"

"Vio!"

"My bones hurt!" Draco pushed so hard it was murder in disguise.

"Hey!" Pansy yelled this time, "Don't you strangle her!"

"I thought—I thought—"

"Thought I was dead." I helped him finish very sweetly, "I'm still alive and well, not a single bone. Where did Potter and the others go?"

Draco let go of me, his expression was a bit solemn: "I think...they might have just strayed from your father, and I hope they've made it back in time."

"He didn't look at the memory I gave him?"

"He said he was going to find the snake first."

"You idiot!" I struggled to get up.

"No, you can't fight yet." Pansy tried to persuade me, "Madame Pomfrey said that you have to wait at least a quarter of an hour after drinking the medicine."

I pointed to Blaise, who was crippled, and Draco, whose head was wrapped in pure white: "At least I have no trauma!"

"You still have the bag behind your head!"

I touched it: "No one can take good care of their wounds during the war, can they?"

"You're lucky enough to break so many bones and not be life-threatening."

"What's the matter with you?"

Blaise pointed to the place covered with gauze: "I was splashed with a kind of plant juice thrown by the friendly army. I have to turn around and beat Longbottom. He threw a handful of pimple fruit in my face."

"Has anyone seen Millicent?"

"Her team is still on the pitch," Draco replied. "Your dad and my mom and dad went too."

I figured it out: Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa rebelled at the last moment. They should have stopped my father halfway, and after discussing it, they decided to return to the castle together.

I nodded: "Is the castle in chaos?"

"Chaos," Draco said, "spells and people lying on the ground everywhere..."

I grabbed my wand: "Is it quarter hour? We should continue to fight."

Draco seemed to want to say something more, Blaise pushed him roughly: "If you want to kiss and hug, wait until after the end, okay? There are so many people here, and you are not in a hurry at this moment, are you? Bar!"

Draco and I both laughed.

A corridor on the second floor is filled with dedicated duelists.

"I don't think they need help!" Pansy said excitedly.In fact, this is indeed the case. Dean Thomas is in full swing with Dolohov, and the teachers or students on the side are also encouraged by the portraits and continue to throw dazzling spells at the Death Eaters.

"Go to the third floor!" Draco urged, "Brace, are your legs okay?"

"I can run and jump," Blaise replied grumpily. "I'm sure I'm not the one who's lagging behind. Watch out—ferrets!"

"What are you calling me!" Draco yelled angrily.

"My head is not wrapped in gauze like a snowball!"

More duelists appeared on the stairs and in the hall: Yaxley and Professor Flitwick were locked in a close fight near the front door, with Kingsley and a masked Death Eater to their right.Students ran in all directions, some holding or dragging injured friends.Neville appeared out of nowhere, holding a large bowl of poisonous tentacles, which happily entwined themselves around nearby Death Eaters.

"Smashed to pieces!"

"Armor protection!" I yelled.

"Hey! Thank you - be careful too!" Neville laughed loudly, "Come on! Poison Tentacle!" I've never seen Neville so excited.

"Smashed to pieces!"

When Blaise bent down, the glass of the Slytherin hourglass was shattered, and the emeralds scattered all over the place.

"Wingardim Leviosa!" Pansy waved his magic wand, and the gemstones rose into the air one after another. For a moment, everyone's eyes seemed to be attracted by them, "Flying around!"

The emeralds scuttled violently through the air and hit the Death Eaters in the face.

"Get bigger!" Blaise happily manipulated a huge emerald to push a Death Eater down the stairs. "I like this! Flying around!"

"Ho—" I yelled, "get away from him! Dizzy!"

Goyle's lips were bleeding, and he crawled back desperately to stay away from Theo. He avoided my stun spell and approached Goyle with a cruel smile on his face:

"You little slick!"

"Petrification!" Draco yelled, and I waved my wand:

"Quickly imprisoned!"

Theodore jumped up to avoid the petrification curse, but was bound firmly by the rope.

"This is the second time you've saved my life tonight," gasped Goyle.

"Thank you later—ah!" I covered my face, a deep gash appeared on my cheek, and the blood fell down and splashed on the ground.

"How dare you learn her spells!" Draco yelled, "Swoon-"

Theodore jumped up and knocked him to the ground.

I raised my wand, and Astoria showed a fierce look: "Shenfeng Wuying!"

"Shenfeng Wuying!" I also screamed, "Get out of the way, Goyle!"

Goyle hurriedly climbed aside to support Draco, his and Theodore's wands were thrown on the ground, and the two seemed to decide to use weapons to decide the outcome.

Astoria and I fought fiercely, and Theodore's defeat seemed to reveal her cruel nature.

"Isn't what happened to your sister enough?"

"She was so stupid that she killed herself." Astoria laughed and fired the Shadowless Curse she stole from me at me, "I'm not like her—I'll hand you over to The Dark Lord's—and you! Avada Kedavra! Mudblood!"

"How dare you! Say it again if you have the ability!" Weasley jumped out from behind Granger, "Except you—"

"Crucio!" Astoria yelled, and Weasley fell to his knees and let out a shrill cry. I never knew a person could go crazy like that.She knocked down two people and wounded me in just a few minutes.Potter raised his wand:

"Smashed to pieces!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"You can't be kind to her, Potter!" I remembered my mother's order, "Avada Kedavra!"

"Come on—admit it, you're not that good!" Astoria laughed wildly, and the second spell hit her right in the chest:

"Crucio!" Potter's wand was still in his hand: "I understand what Bellatrix meant now, you have to be cruel enough."

"The Dark Lord will reward me, Avadar—"

Draco yelled while holding Theodore: "Kill her! She's gone mad!"

I didn't hesitate anymore: "Avada Kedavra!" The end of Astoria's incantation was stuck in his throat forever.Theodore let out a furious roar, and Goyle swung his fist and hit him in the face with all his strength. Two bloodstains appeared under Theodore's nose, and he seemed to be beaten unconscious by Goyle.

"Thanks." Draco picked up his wand breathlessly. "Quickly imprison—are we going to kill him?"

Granger gave a short scream, and Weasley hugged her tightly.

"You killed her!" she gasped.

"We were too friendly before. If I had been more ruthless, I wouldn't have fallen down the stairs."

"Are you all right?" Potter asked.

"It's okay," I said, "where did you come from?"

"The venue," Potter replied succinctly. "Voldemort was furious at your parents' betrayal, so we decided to come back."

"You just went astray with them."

"Potter," I urged, "memory..."

"There's a Pensieve in the Headmaster's office, Harry," Granger reminded.

"What memory is that?" Potter asked.

"I don't know. But my father told me to hand it over to you—when the war can't go on."

Potter looked confused.

"Go." I urged again.

"We'll keep fighting," Draco said dryly. "Don't let our efforts go to waste, Potter. You owe us a lot of ribs."

Potter scratched his hair.

"What about him?" Draco kicked Theodore on the ground.

"Blind (kill) him," Goyle suggested inarticulately.

"We can hand him over to Azkaban after the war, or give him a dementor's kiss." I thought about it, and felt that Theodore was much worse than Astoria, "It's also possible Solve it on the spot."

"Goose, we can buy him after the end."

"I think it's fine." Draco picked up Theodore's wand, "You take this, Goyle, and stop fighting."

"P (no) no!"

"Let me heal your wound first." I raised my wand, "heal quickly."

"Thank you." Goyle touched his healed tongue and lips, "Death Eaters are all lunatics."

Draco and I looked at each other awkwardly.

"Anyway, I'm not going to help the Death Eaters anymore," Goyle declared.

"Your father—"

"He can do whatever he likes, I don't care." Gore dragged Theodore up and threw him into a corner, "I don't want to be like Crabbe."

"Or," I suggested, "you go back to the Death Eaters."

Goyle's eyes widened.Draco understood: "Crabbe is dead, Astoria is dead, Theodore is subdued, and now no one else knows you are a traitor. Maybe you can help us a little if you go."

Goyle seemed to be thinking slowly.

"And it's actually safer there than here." I said in all fairness, "We can't come to rescue you a third time."

Gore nodded heavily, and shuffled towards the stairs.