A couple days later

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The night of the ball me and Mattheo.....might have gone all the way. No one knows of course, that's embarrassing. But yeah. I love him. So much. I'm sitting by the window just daydreaming when I see spells light up the sky. Voldemort...I rush down the stairs to the courtyard. Voldemort shoots a spell at Harry and I rush in front of him.

*Hermione POV*
Ron and I are facing a giant snake and Nevil comes and kills it. We don't have much time to feel relieved as we hear Harry and Mattheo scream. I whip my head in their direction to see Ashlynn falling and hit her head on a rock. I rush that way and see Harry blast a spell at Voldemort and he's not doing the best. Then I watch Mattheo run over to Lynn and pick her up gently. He sits there holding her, crying. I'm closer to him now and hear him faintly begging her to wake up.

I look back towards Voldemort and see him turn and call out to Mattheo but Mattheo starts rocking back and forth and starts sobbing. Begging someone to help. Then I look back at Voldemort who looks shocked and then his spell goes weak and he slowly turns to ashes. We rush Lynn inside and get her some help.

*Ashlynns POV*
I wake up to crying. Someone, or someone's are crying near me. Lots of crying is going on around me actually. My head hurts. A lot. I open my eyes slightly to see Mattheo bent over near me sobbing. My poor boyfriend, why's he crying? I reach out to him and his head snaps up. He sobs with relief? Then gently lifts me up and hugs me crying. He pulls away a little bit and leans his forehead against mine.
M - why are you like this?
A - hm? Like what?
M - you always have to jump in front of people to save them
A - oh...
M - do you understand how scared I was? Do you have any idea?
A - Mattheo... I'm sorry. I didn't think...

I lean up to kiss him. I feel awful. I didn't mean to make him cry. I look up to see Harry and Mione crying. I turn my head some more to see Ron a bit away crying over three forms.

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