Prophecy ~ Lams (COMPLETED)

Chapter 45: Prophecy

SADNESS WARNING (I cried when writing this and I never cry)

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ALEX POV

Everything went in slow motion after that.

My senses were weakened, and the only emotion I felt was rage. Fiery rage from the deepest depths of the underworld.

And it needed to get out.

"You fucking killed him!" I yelled, staring at Henry Laurens right in the eyes. There was no remorse, no guilt. He killed his son and he didn't care.

"You're a complete bastard! You killed the love of my life!" 

"What the fuck did you just say?" His fist tightened around his wand. I knew what was coming.

"I loved him! You killed him, your own son, and you don't fucking care!" I shot back.

"He's no son of mine! The only reason I kept him around was that he was a chosen one. But now that one of them's gone, you don't need to be alive either." He smirked. "there will always be another way for the Dark Lord to rise again."

A blinding flash of green light followed, and Henry crumpled to a heap on the floor.

"You little shit," Arnold spat. "You ruined everything. The Dark Lord will make you pay for this. He won't care that you have his blood." 

I stood there numb.

He scowled before fleeing the scene, running like the coward he was. I didn't care, I knew that he was powerless.

Then I realized what I'd done. I let go of my wand, and it dropped to the floor.

My hands went to my mouth and I gasped. Tears were spilling out like a massive waterfall. I fell to the ground. I took John's body in my arms and sobbed into his chest, rocking him back and forth. The warmth in his eyes was gone. The flush in his cheeks was gone. The beautiful smile he always wore was gone. All that was left was his body, with no soul. No life. Just an exoskeleton.

Everything was falling apart in front of my eyes, and I was stuck in this cage. There was no cure for Avada Kadavra. There was nothing I could do to save him. My prince. Everything I had lived through was nothing compared to this moment. It should've been me. He saved my life, but I didn't deserve it. He was my life.

I finally gathered enough emotional and arm strength to bring him back to Hogsmeade. I walked down the street, carrying my boyfriend's limp body in my arms. Eliza saw me and my tear-stained cheeks first, her vision trailing down to the mass I was holding. She let out a cry and fell to her knees, holding her hands to her mouth just as I had. One by one, everyone noticed what was going on. Lafayette ran over to me and took John out of my aching arms, carefully placing him on the ground. I hit the floor again, pounding against it with my bare fists. I cried and yelled and hit the dirt until my hands were scraped and bleeding. 

"Alex I-I'm so sorry," Maria said between sobs, rubbing my back as I crawled into a fetal position. Eliza looked into my eyes and hugged me tightly. I cried into her shoulder and she cried into mine. Everyone else joined in on the hug, gathering around John's body and sitting together, chin deep in the sadness. We weren't getting out anytime soon.

I looked down at John. 

"I love you," I whispered what I had never gotten to tell him.

I thought for a split second I heard someone whisper back, "I love you too Lexi."

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I thought I would have no motivation to do any sort of schooling, but something inside of me compelled me to continue my studies. Maybe it was John telling me to move on; telling me that maybe I could be ok without him. If it was him, he didn't know how wrong he was. 

I quit the Quidditch team, devoting all my time to writing useless letters to John and schoolwork. I found myself so wrapped up in school during the daytime that at night when I had weeks' advance of work finished, I would sit in the Owlery and cry. Cry about everything. Sometimes the others would come with me and we'd just stare out the windows and pet the birds that came in late at night in silence. All the words we had didn't need to be said.

The transfer students had been given the choice to stay at Hogwarts for their last year. Despite the fact that Benedict Arnold was a traitor in a million different categories, Dumbledore decided to keep the Transfer Student Program in motion for future years as he thought it was a 'good idea from a bad person'. I was very much considering going back to my bridge and pretending that this never happened. I could just be a struggling orphan like so many others on Nevis. Maybe even forget that I was a wizard. 

I would've liked that.

But again, there was a force stopping me from what I wanted to do. I wanted to run away and never face the inevitable truth that haunted me like the spirits that roamed the halls of the school. But that wasn't going to happen.

He was gone. There was nothing I could do about it.

But I had to keep going, for him.

It's what he'd want me to do.