After the Battle
The Battle is the Battle of Hogwarts and this story is 100% Harry Potter related. This first chapter was written by me a while ago. I have (obviously) decided to post it. I will probably write more like this and the identities of the people in the short stories are a mystery until the next chapter in which I will post who was in the first one. This sounds confusing but after reading the story, you will get it. Well, here I go!
But i could not stop myself from thinking: Itâ€™s all my fault. And I flashed back to the night everything changed and all was lost.
I heard Him scream, â€œPortego!â€ As He rushed to my side. â€œYouâ€™re alive!â€ I shouted gleefully. â€œG-â€ He started. He never finished that sentence. I chided myself later for thinking that the battle, that Voldemort would have stopped for us.
Ron was in front of Hermioneâ€™s Stunned body, trying to protect her. Voldemort was going against three professors whom I could not immediately recognize. Rudolphus charged towards us. â€œGo! GO and protect yourself!â€ He yelled at me, not thinking of how much I had changed. â€œNo! You go and get to Voldemort! Heâ€™s mortal now!â€ I told Him. He didnâ€™t listen. He kept trying to get me out of the way. I looked over at Voldemort and he was getting closer. Rudolphus yelled, â€œStupefy!â€ and Neville was lying there, still. Rudolphus advanced towards me. He ran towards, in His eyes, the most prominent threat. Rudolphus. Voldemort took his aim, at me. Oh, how I wish Voldemort had succeeded in getting at me He would be alive, at least. But no, He turned and ran in front of me. It happened, almost in slow-mo. Voldemort yelled a curse. Rudolphus yelled one too. The lights collided and He yelled a third curse. They all made a big rainbow. It was gorgeous. And when the light was gone, I saw Voldemort, laying down, dead. Rudolphus had died too. I was joyful. All the evil was gone. I was smiling when I realized that He hadnâ€™t stood up yet. The castle was silent. Ron and Hermione appeared at my side. I bent down and touched His hand. I looked at His face The last thing He said was, â€œI love you.â€ Then the green eyes turned and stared towards nothing. His grave declares Him a â€œHeroâ€ I which I know He wouldnâ€™t have wanted. Back in my bedroom at the Burrow, I lay sobbing once more. Voldemort had been defeated. But my true love was gone. Hermione and Ron were married and were happy. But I will never again be happy. I had simply stopped living. I stayed quiet and stopped playing Quidditch. I know that He wouldâ€™ve wanted me to keep going on with my life, but too bad. He wasnâ€™t here anymore.