✓ blood runs pure | p.jm

xvi.

The fighting had  continued for hours. Voldemort's voice  had come once again, bodiless  and macabre, thundering across the space.  An unwelcome and unnerving  sound that licked the ears of everyone,  making them shudder, as it  spread the news that he would be giving them  an hour to dispose of  their dead and to heal their injured before he  would be entering the  fray and fighting himself, killing everyone in his  path until he got  Kim Namjoon.

You had been patching up  Kim  Seokjin's arm with bandages. There was only so much your healing  spell  could do and the school Healer, Madame Shin Suran, was being  stretched  thin, having already enlisted a group of students to help her  take care  of the wounded. The healing and rejuvenating potions had  long run low,  even after Professor Heechul had added to the infirmary's  supply. That  had been when it had happened.

The Death Eaters were  lining the  edge of the Forbidden Forest. Accompanying them at their  backs were the  Dementors and giants. They walked with Voldemort in the  middle, it was  the first time that you had ever seen the terrible evil  that he was. The  sight that met your eyes was far worse than you could  have ever dreamt  of him to look like. He made a tall figure in his  voluminous dark robes  that revealed a rail thin figure as he cut  through the lawn, sweeping  forward. He could have been seven feet tall  and was entirely deserving  of his boogeyman status with his bone pale  skin and demon red eyes, the  glint of which you could still make out 20  yards away. As he neared, you  were able to see that he was completely  hairless, with not a strand on  his scalp or even his brows. The  hairlessness and slits of his nostrils  made him look terribly similar  to a frightening serpent.

When  Voldemort had  crossed to be what he deemed was sufficient amount away,  he stepped to  the side, revealing the school's groundskeeper Hagrid to  be holding a  bundled figure in his arms. Your heart stopped as your eyes  cut on the  tear tracks that had been left on Hagrid's cheeks. You had  the terrible  feeling that it was Namjoon in his arms.

"NO!" bellowed Taeyeon letting out an unearthly cry of anguish, "NAMJOON."

"Namjoon!"  you heard  the shouts of Mr. Bang and Mr. Kang, who you knew were like  fathers to  Namjoon join in. Hoseok was being restrained by Seokjin and  Taehyung,  yelling desperately for the male he considered to be as good  as a blood  brother to him. You could even feel tears streaming down your  own  face. With Namjoon dead, all hope seemed to be lost.

"SILENCE!"  bellowed  Voldemort. "The Boy Who Lived is finally dead. And at my  hands. Hagrid,  why don't you put the boy where he belongs, at my feet."

Hagrid  placed Namjoon's  crumpled form on the ground. He looked so broken and  small that bile  was rising up in your throat. You had to swallow it down  as you  bitterly sniffed at the injustice.

"Do you see this?"   Voldemort asked, circling Namjoon's body, prodding it with the toe of   his shoe and a maniacal smile painting his face. "Do you finally   understand, you deluded fools? He was never anything more than a boy who   counted on others to sacrifice themselves for him! But he, himself,   never had any skills or strength. No, that is why I was so easily able   to kill him with a simple snap of my wand."

"You're lying! He beat   you!" Seokjin yelled, grabbing his bandaged shoulder with a wince as he   talked back to perhaps one of the most vile and deadly wizards in   existence. However, Seokjin's retort was able to do the job. The   Silencing Charm Voldemort had casted over the castle's inhabitants broke   and they were able to shout and protest once more.

Voldemort  once again  hit them with a Silencing Charm, this one more powerful than  the last.  His voice got even louder, "Kim Namjoon was killed while he  tried to  escape the grounds like the coward that he is, leaving the rest  of you  to die for him. He was killed while his self-preserving ass  tried to  flee for safety..."