Blair's black eyes fluttered open. She had expected to see George's face looming over her with tears down his face and the morphing of his expression into a goofy grin. But she only saw the ceiling of the Great Hall without its usual enchantment of a night sky. It was dark besides the torches that were mounted on the walls and it was eerily silent. Gathering her strength, she forced her torso to lift her upper half up from the stretcher. A groan left her throat from the wearing feeling that coated her limbs and head. It was as if she had woken up from a restless sleep where her mind refused to plummet into a its deep subconscious. She was tired but most of all, she was confused.

She didn't remember anything that had happened during her unusual sleep. She remembered George carrying her into the Great Hall before everything went dark. He hadn't been able to step into the hall before she passed out in his arms but everything was fuzzy from there on. Had she simply passed out from blood loss and exhaustion? Or had there been more to it?

Another groan brought her out of her wondering and she turned to her left, seeing Fred lying beside her with his eyes cracking open from his own sleep. She then realised that there were bodies everywhere. The entire hall had become a morgue with stretchers sitting under every poor soul that suffered the unfortunate fate of death. Blair felt the material under her own backside and realised that she too was on a stretcher. So was Fred. Had they both been pronounced dead? All these people in the hall were motionless, meaning that all of the dead had been gathered into this one room. But why? Had they won the battle against Voldemort? Or had everyone been killed?

While Fred sat up next to her, she scanned the room for people she knew. She saw Remus and Tonks together, which was awful to see. But to some relief, she couldn't see George, Molly, or anyone she knew had come to the battle. But that didn't mean that the possibility of them being dead was impossible.

"Ugh my head," Fred groaned and Blair turned to him once more. He held the side of his head in his hand and pulled it back to see flakes of dried blood on his fingers. "What the hell?"

This made Blair look to where the pain had been before she passed out. There was large blood splatter stretching across her torso, but there was no longer any pain. She pulled back the ripped material of her jumper and shirt, only to see unscathed skin. All of the injuries she had previously acquired had simply vanished with only the lost blood that stained her clothes and skin. Everything had been healed.

"Blair? What are you doing on a stretcher?" Fred asked, looking at her with squinting eyes.

"I-I think we died, Fred," she said vaguely. It was the only explanation. Why else were they lying on stretchers with the rest of the dead?

"Pfft, yeah right," he sniggered before catching sight of the many others who lay in similar positions around the room. "Woah..."

Blair then felt the weight of her pockets against her thighs. She reached into them and pulled out the bottles of beige that she had carried throughout the night. It then all clicked into place. She remembered giving the potion to Lavender Brown and the boy who had been killed in the courtyard next to his friend. She remembered Lavender waking up and being confused as to why Blair was so ecstatic to see her awake. But the girl didn't remember anything about being dead for at least a few minutes. The amnesia had made her completely oblivious. It was the only explanation as to why she and Fred now lay on stretchers with countless others who were motionless.

"So it worked? We were brought back?" Fred stared down at the bottles in her hands and Blair had a faint memory of white. A completely white world where she felt clean and at peace. But then the memory faded and she couldn't remember it any longer. But its effect lasted.

She stood to her feet while swaying for a moment, regained her balance and turned to the person on the stretcher next to her. She didn't recognise them as they wore no Hogwarts uniform and had to be at least over the age of thirty. Regardless of her unfamiliarity, she uncorked one of the bottles in her hand and dropped the smallest amount of the potion past their lips. The coldness of their skin and the vacant sheen in their eyes didn't change, but she knew that would soon change.

"We won't have enough, will we?" she heard Fred say behind. He had gotten the hint and searched through his own pockets, pulling out the bottles he also carried.

"We'll have to use it carefully. Just a drop should do it," she replied without turning to him and moved on to the next stretcher.

Fred gulped and looked to the young girl below him. She had to have been only a third year and her Hogwarts uniform was covered in dirt. He suspected she had been flattened by a falling wall, much like himself. He remembered laughing about something Percy had said before a loud crash was heard and the stone structure behind him began to crumble. He concluded that he had been crushed by this falling building judging by the many blood splatters covering his skin and clothes, and the disintegrated stone that had been weaved through his hair.

He crouched down beside the girl and slipped the smallest of drops of the potion past her lips, doing his best to keep his hand from shaking. His gaze lingered on the student before he carefully stepped over her and moved onto the next person.

Outside of the Great Hall, the survivors of the battle of Hogwarts stood in despair. They faced Voldemort and his army that now outnumbered them greatly. The Entrance Hall had been reduced to rubble and fallen stone, with fires blazing in all corners. Voldemort laughed at those who glared fiercely at him; their anger bringing him joy and encouragement. He had defeated Harry Potter only moments ago and was feeling like a child at Honeydukes. He could pick and choose who he'd like to kill with just a flick of the Elder wand. He was invincible. He was a god.

"Join me," Voldemort grinned. "Join me and embrace the new world."

Everyone stared at Harry's body that lay in Hagrid's beaten and battered arms. The boy had never looked so limp and pitiful. Voldemort had tried to convince them he had tried to flee to save himself, but they knew Harry would have never do such a thing. He was brave and he didn't deserve to die. No one deserved to die tonight. The only person who was worthy of such a fate was cackling mockingly at them with his snake-like eyes and rotten teeth. His followers behind him could also be in line for the agonising end that was death.

George stood with Molly, Arthur and Ginny behind Ron and Hermione. He had barely been able to leave the Great Hall without Percy holding him up. The sight of Blair and Fred' s corpses was something that he could see in his vision no matter where he looked. They were faint and looming over those who were alive and well. He would never forget them. He wouldn't be able to live without them there; taunting him and showing that nothing was worth living if they weren't with him.

"I have something to say," Neville's voice was heard and heads swivelled around to the boy who had stepped forward. Voldemort's smile had fallen for a moment. He had expected a flock of people to join his army and leave the mere few who he could kill within seconds.

"Well I'm sure we're all dying to hear what you have to say," Voldemort stated, eyeing Neville like a snake did with its prey.

"It doesn't matter that Harry's gone."

"Neville!" Ginny could be heard crying in outrage.

"He didn't die in vain!" Neville said back, before his voice went low. "None of them did. It doesn't matter that Harry died. Or Remus, Tonks, Blair or Fred. Because they're in here."

Voldemort began to cackle when Neville put his hand to his heart. He found it pitiful and pathetic to show such emotion. His followers began to follow suit and laugh at Neville's speech, feigning tears and nodding as if they cared. Bellatrix's laugh was the loudest and her shrill made the heart cringe.

"But you will!" Neville continued despite the laughter. "Because you're wrong! Harry's heart did beat for us! For all of us!"

As Neville finished his speech, the doors of the Great Hall boomed as they swung open. The noise had caught everyone by surprise and they whipped around to face what was left of the castle behind them. Even Voldemort had jumped (obviously not notably) and stared as the wooden doors were pushed to slam against the walls next to them.

Standing in the doorway, was everyone who had been killed during the battle. They grouped together with their blood covered clothes and momentarily weak postures that would strengthen within the next few minutes. The survivors stared in utter shock and astonishment as the ones they had watched die were standing alive and revengeful towards Voldemort and his army. Remus and Tonks caught sight of the Order and gave them nods, confirming their liveliness as they stood together with their hands clamped tightly in a protective hold.

George had nearly fallen over. At the front of the group stood Blair and Fred, their gazes hard with purpose but soft from the sight of him. The Weasleys wept at the sight of their son being alive and Blair's rosy cheeks and heaving chest was something of the stuff of gold. They stood tall while the empty glass bottles were disregarded around the Great Hall; their purpose served and filling all of the dead with life once more.

"Impossible," Voldemort could be heard muttering before Harry suddenly leaped out of Hagrid's arms.

The crowd once again whipped around and watched as Harry got to his feet, facing Voldemort with eyes that could kill. Voldemort could be seen malfunctioning at the twist of events that he thought were impossible. But the crowd containing the Order of the Phoenix and students and Professors of Hogwarts couldn't have been happier for the impossibility. Their army had been restored to its full strength and number, meeting and maybe even overpowering Voldemort's.

Voldemort's anger flared and he began to pursue Harry, firing spells and waving the Elder wand as if it was a toy. The boy pushed through Death Eaters and headed into a corridor, its walls and arches taking the Dark Lord's curses and protecting him. This initiated the fight to resume back in the Great Hall, making everyone flock inside to finish everything once and for all. Death Eaters followed them in and immediately started sending spells after them in frustration at having to kill people twice in one night.

Blair followed after those she had revived and held her wand she had found next to her stretcher when she had first awoken. She suspected George had something to do with it and reminded herself to thank him later. She stuck to Fred's side and began to fight back against the spells that flew over their shoulders and heads. Fred had stopped beside her and started to do the same, the two aiming for anyone that dared to duel with them.

She caught sight of Remus and Tonks fighting together with Kingsley and Arthur. She saw Molly, Ginny, Percy and George sticking together while continuously looking over at her and Fred for reassurance. Bill, Fleur and Charlie stood back to back while jinxing and cursing those who got within three metres of them. She was surprised to see Nancy, Mina and Poppy within the mix, keeping close as they protected the youngest of the students.

Despite her yearn to run up to George and show him that he wasn't going to be alone anymore, Blair worked hard to rid the hall of Death Eaters. There would be time later for them to reunite, but for now, it was time to end it all.