Epilogue:

Part 1:

The stupid little ginger girl thought she could take on Bellatrix Lestrange. Please. Bellatrix Lestrange was invincible. She was invincible and unstoppable. She'd survived so much for Tom, or as he now was called, The Dark Lord. She'd killed so many for him, hoping he'd love her again. Like he used to. Then she could back to him and leave Rodolphus. The only reason she was even with Rodolphus was because Bellatrix thought that maybe Tom would get jealous and want her back. But she's still waiting. And she might as well do away with a few blood-traitors while she did.

Bellatrix sent a curse sailing close to the ginger's head and her mum came storming out of nowhere, yelling, "Not my daughter, you BITCH!" Bella just rolled her eyes and took a defensive position.

The curses flew back and forth and finally, when Bellatrix took the time to laugh, one hit her. It hit her with such force that her mind snapped back into sanity. No, it wasn't right. It wasn't worth it. Tom Riddle was a stupid half-blood and dying for his affection wasn't worth it. She just wished she had figured that out sooner.

Part 2:

Harry Potter left her house by use of a port-key hairbrush. He'd mistaken her for Bella. Andromeda Tonks felt sad. She missed her sisters and she had hoped that their prejudice would die due to their love of their sister, but it never did. Ted came over and hugged his wife. She loved him more than anything and being disowned was worth it. Most days. Some days she dearly missed the letters from her sisters, and the times that they'd had, staying up late and giggling. Andromeda wished that her sisters would wake up and let it go, but it became obvious to her that they wouldn't, when she'd gotten word that they were both convicted Death Eaters. But they were both free now, but for much longer, Andromeda didn't know. All she knew was that she had a family to protect, and she will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Even from her own sisters.

Part 3:

The Potter boy was laying, crumpled on the ground, and The Dark Lord was standing back up. He bid Narcissa Malfoy to go and check to see if the boy lived, so she tentatively stepped forward towards him. When Narcissa bent down over the teenage boy and started to check his vitals, she realized that he was still alive. This was it, her chance to make it up to Lily. But to lie to Voldemort could be disastrous. Narcissa didn't care. She'd made a promise to Lily a long time ago and this was her chance to keep it.

She leaned over the boy and whispered, "Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?" Then she mentally crossed her fingers. Narcissa wanted nothing more than for her only son to be alive and OK. Harry nodded slowly and Narcissa stood, "Dead." She announced.

The Dark Lord was pleased and he made the half-giant carry the still-living hero up to the castle. Narcissa was devising a plan in her head. Find Draco, make sure he's OK, and then get the hell out of there. The procession was slightly happier than normal, especially at eh front where Bella was skipping around like a nutter. Narcissa wasn't really sure why her sister had suddenly gone bonkers, but she still loved Bella, so she just accepted it and went on with life. The battle-stricken defenders of Hogwarts gathered in the courtyard and tears were shed when they found out the Boy-Who-Lived had died.

Narcissa was frantically scanning the crowd, until she spotted her son. He was perfectly fine and Narcissa blew a sigh of relief. Phases one and two were complete, now she just had to get him to come to her and they could leave, "Anyone wish to join us?" The Dark Lord asked.

Narcissa took her opportunity, "Draco!" She hissed and Lucius joined in. They urged him to come until he stepped forward and out of the crowd of revolutionaries towards his parents.

"Well done, Draco." Voldemort said and he pulled Draco into a hug.

Narcissa winced. She didn't want that man touching her son. But Draco was soon by her side and she whispered to him, "As soon as the battle breaks out again, we're leaving, no arguments."

Draco just nodded and they turned back to face forward. The boy called Neville made a long speech that Narcissa wasn't paying attention too, but it ultimately ended with Potter springing into action and all hell breaking loose. In all the confusion, Narcissa grabbed Draco's hand and they walked away from the fight. Lucius followed, understanding why she'd suddenly given up. It wasn't worth all the destruction, the deaths, and the eminent defeat. It just wasn't worth it.