All My Heart- A Harry Potter FanFic

Chapter 38

Sorry everyone, this next one is really short! Enjoy anyways!

Love @rubyssister
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Recovered from our encounter with the snake, Ron and I quickly walk through the halls of Hogwarts, looking for Harry. "He has to be around here somewhere!" I think to myself. "Unless......" I quickly push that thought out of my head. He's not dead. He can't be.

Hand in hand, Ron and I round a corner and come to what is now a courtyard, (but was a hall only a few short hours ago) and what I see regenerates the fear inside me.

Harry and Voldemort, both looking extremely weak, are battling. The spells they've sent at each other have connected and both of them are trying to keep control of their spell, trying not to break the connection, knowing that if they do, death will be greeting them sooner than planned.

I feel a rough pull on my arm and Ron drags me back around the corner so I can't see the fight. He wraps me in a hug and I burry my face in his shoulder, my back facing the battle. We stay like that for what seems like hours, both of us not wanting to watch what's happening just a few feet away, for fear of watching as the light leaves our friend's eyes.

After a few more minutes, I hear silence. No yells, no crackle of spells, just silence. Slowly, I feel Ron lift his head and look behind me, towards where the battle was taking place. I look up at him and see that he has a huge smile on his face. "Ron! What the heck are you smiling about?! Harry could have just died, and you're smiling?!?" I say loudly, my voice breaking as I push away from Ron.

"Turn around crazy!" he tells me as his smile widens. Hesitantly, I look over my shoulder. A teenaged boy, with extremely messy, jet black hair, emerald green eyes, and circular glasses is walking towards Ron and I.

I run over to Harry, tears of joy streaming down my face and I hug him. It's probably the tightest hug I've ever given anyone. He gently hugs me back and sighs. "It's over now. He's gone." Harry whispers. I nod and smile to myself.

Harry, Ron, and I start waking back to the great hall, arm in arm.

The war is over. Voldemort is dead.