When the group of death eaters rushed away out of the tower, Harry's wide eyes examined my expression, he was pale and held an angry fire behind his exterior.
"We have to follow them" I decided, Harry gave a short nod before we were retracing the footsteps of the attempted killer, the murder, and their accomplices.

In my horror of the destruction, I slowed down my running, trying to take it all in.
The windows of The Great Hall had shattered into a tiny million pieces covering the hard stone floor.  The decorative pieces on the long wooden tables had been completely disrespected as though someone walked along them using their dirty boots to carelessly kick the items around. Now, the enchanted candles had lost their light, rendering the room to be dark and eery, I was unsure if they'll ever find their light again. Shivers went down my spine.
It was heartbreaking, to say the least. Millions of students have come and gone and found peace in the castle.
It reminded me of my first day.  A nervous eleven-year-old sitting on the Ravenclaw table for my first ever Hogwarts feast. That was the day I met Amelia, who was beyond excited to sit where her family had sat for centuries before her. It was the day I found people who possess the same abilities as me. It was the day I realised that I was not a freak or the village scare, I was just a witch, in a world for witches and wizards. It was the day I decided that Hogwarts was to become my home.

A tug on my sleeve brought me back to reality. Harry was pulling me along, he wouldn't let me fall behind.
"Thea, do not slow down now, they'll get away!" He encouraged ignoring the nightmare around him, and with the reality, he brought me back to, came anger. I quickened my pace again.

Our final destination in chasing the death eaters was outside the forbidden forest near Harids hut.

"Snape!" Harry called when we had finally caught up.
All heads turned our direction, and Dracos eyes grew wide when he saw us racing down the banking.
"He trusted you!" Harry cried in anger.
Before we got close enough to where the others were standing Bellatrix set the hut aflame dancing around it with glee as though it were a festival bomb fire. Hagrid's house was burning, and she was proud of her act of damage. "You bitch!" I screamed, quickening my pace, overtaking Harry.
She cackled at my reaction wand at the ready for my advances.

Snape advised the others to carry on, but Draco didn't move.
I tried to run for Draco or Beltrix or anyone I could get my hands on, but Snape held out his arm, stopping me. Once Harry began firing spells at him in a quick continuous manner, the professor pushed me out of the way surrendering any chance I had to struggle against him.

My ears began to ring at the impact of my head hitting the floor, and I was sure I could taste blood. My blurred vision lingered on Snape who stood stolidly, tall and calm against Harry's raging fire of vengeance.
I weakly forced my self up, and a ghostly voice called my name in sadness and despair.
When I looked up into the glossy, distressed, grey eyes of Draco Malfoy, I could hardly contain the build-up of catastrophe.  My chest felt tight, and my skin burned with hatred. Only the most pessimistic senses fueled my body, the sound of destruction, the sight of loss, the taste of desperation.

Heavily my heart hung in my chest, and an insatiable fire replaced it.  My breath was heavy and painfully catching in my throat. Aggressively I pushed Dracos shoulder, causing him to stumble back, but he never returned the anger.

"You lied to me!" I sobbed
"I knew you would hate me if I told you the truth" Draco rushed, attempting to hold onto me but I pushed him away.
"You're a terrorist Malfoy! Not only are you a terrorist, but you made me think I was crazy in my assumptions like I was paranoid. You manipulated me!" I screamed "you attempted to murder a man, and you've ruined everything Hogwarts was. You're a monster! No, you're worse than a monster, you're a coward" I pointed my wand towards the blonde, allowing tears to freely spill down my cheeks.
Though, through the ranting, my yells never fully expressed the wave of emotions in the severity of the situation.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry, I don't want to be like this. Please" he pleaded, and I shook my head too vulnerable to talk. "I love you".
I turned my attention to watch the flames burn. Though his words sounded genuine I could no longer allow his serpent tongue to deceive me, or his venomous fangs to pierce my heart, for a snake was always indifferent to the mouse.

"Leave Draco" I quietly demanded.
I was not sure what look his face harvested when I told him to do so, I couldn't bear to look at him, but he listened.
Slowly he walked away, and though I could hear his footsteps pausing before he disappeared, he never argued back or pleaded again.

When I was sure was unable to see me, I collapsed onto my hands and knees sobbing hysterically into the cold ground.
It was the kind of heartbreak that lingers on forever. I was sure that years could go by, and the thought of this separation would still make my chest swell, and a flood of complicated emotions would overcome me again. I cried until it was impossible to shed another tear.

I stood up, still making noises of distress, then gasped when I noticed Harry helplessly lying on the floor as though he was waiting for the earth to consume him. I rushed over.

"Are you ok?" I asked, helping him up, it wasn't until that point had I realised the others had abandoned us, even Snape.
He dusted his clothes huffing and replied with a simple "yeh".
His nose scrunched upwards, his eyebrows frowned, and his face was in a flush of anger. He looked towards me and pity replaced aggravation. "Are you?" he asked back, I nodded, with a fake smile.

It was daunting to approach the crime scene. The courtyard was silent, apart from two sets of light footsteps, mine and Harrys reaching the inevitable picture.

Every Hogwarts student surrounded the bottom of the tower staring in fear of the deceased body that looked calm despite his fall.
Dumbledore looked as though he had made peace with death before it had even taken his hand.
Students parted allowing Harry and I to reach the headmaster, but I didn't dare to go further than the first row of people. I stopped next to Amelia, looking at her with puffy eyes like a desperate attempt to beg for help, and she hugged onto my side.
Gingerly Harry carried on forward in his lonesome towards the grey body and kneeled besides Dumbledore. He rested his hand on the man's chest as the last farewell to the wizard he knew better than any of us.
The golden boy remained calm and collected in the eyes of his peers until Ginny Weasley pulled him into a hug cradling the boy, that's when Harry wailed in grief. Nobody could tolerate the sight without their own eyes glazing over.

Professor McGonagall raised her wand in respect of the former headmaster. In a staggered formation, the rest of the staff and students copied her actions. When I raised my wand for a moment I could see the skull symbol paint the sky in dark greys and dingy greens hovering over Hogwarts grounds as an omen, but as soon as I had noticed it the lit wands of thousands of witches and wizards drowned it out. A mighty white light illuminated the grounds, leaving us with the only thing they couldn't possess or terrorize. we had hope and love.

The next morning, I leaned on the railings in front of me, examining the sunrise that began to illuminate the black lake.
There was something so extraordinary about Hogwarts even by wizard standards. The mountains and forestry added their warm earthy tones amongst the golden beams of sun and the cold clear water of the lake.

"Do you think he would have done it?" Amelia asked without turning her head
"I don't think so, he was lowering his wand, but he's fooled me before" I answer honestly, and Amelia hummed in response
"He made you happy it's just such a shame he turned out to be- you know".
We never said the phrase out loud. To be blinded was the only away to be shielded in everyday conversation.

Amelia pursed her lips in an acceptance of the pain she did not truly understand. She left me in my silence, I ever everted my gaze from the Hogwarts ground as she did so, she knew I needed it. However, as her footsteps sounded more distant, another pair of feet were making their way towards me.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" the new body conversed joining me in leaning on the railing. At his words, I had to turn my whole body around to ignore the sight of the painting-like scenery.

"I can never stop" I admitted pausing for a moment thinking about the words I was about to say, for maybe they were too true to reveal. Harry gave me a curious glance. 
"Loving him- I mean. Despite everything, he will forever be glorified in my heart, and even if he despised me, I would still adore him with every fibre in my being. I suppose that's what makes it hurt even more".
After my words, there was a silence of calm sadness between us. It was a mutual understanding of the meaning of these events.

There was a level of unfortune, in finding another God in the crooks and mistakes of Draco Malfoy. There was an even greater misfortune in finding my religion within him. It became abundantly clear that devotion was in fact dangerous, but I didn't care.

Harry placed a hand on my shoulder in a way to comfort, and as I looked at him, it became more clear that this was the start of a war that has been on the uprising for years. 
Hogwarts was over, so was the kindness of childhood innocence, and I was already homesick from a place I had not yet lost.

"We'll survive this" Harry said through soft green eyes though he didn't sound too sure in his response.
"We'll have to" I deemed.

That's the end of half blood prince hope you guys have enjoyed it so far and I'll be starting Deathly Hallows soon 💞