𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (OC x OC) - Full Series

[007] CHAPTER 33 - I KNOW THE END

"i turned around, there was nothing there. yeah, i guess the end is here."
|| phoebe bridgers

A/N: Just for preparation, this is the official last chapter of SEASON SEVEN. This means that the chapter is about to be very long, because there is literally so much I have to cram into this just so it can have the rest of the Battle of Hogwarts in here. Sorry!

A/N 2: Also, while this chapter is named after one song, there are multiple songs that will go with this chapter. When a new song comes up, you'll know. And remember that it is most recommended to listen to these songs while reading for a better experience.

Song 1:
Everything by Alex Warren

Louis Lupin

I wonder if it was painful. If she knew she was going to die. Deep in my soul, I pray that she didn't. I pray that it was quick, painless, and unbeknownst. Makayla Malfoy's last moments on earth were not agonizing or torturing. Hopefully.

Makayla Malfoy is dead. Proven by the murderer himself's word.

Don't trust the evil tongue until it's speaking the confession of its own sins. This is one of the times that I am obligated to trust the evil tongue.

There are gasps among the crowd, but not many. I feel my anger falter, although I'm nowhere near less angry. The heartbreak and numbness simply overrules any other emotion I could possibly be feeling. In a world where anything is possible with the help of potions and spells, I always deemed it impossible for Makayla and death to be strung together to form a sentence and kill a tiny piece of my soul. But she's managed to do it again.

She's managed to completely ruin me once again without even trying.

Sometimes I wish I did hate her. I wish she left me longer before I got the chance to learn what love was. Long before I kissed her that day when we were five. Long before I got myself attached in a way I would only come to learn is unbreakable.

Now, I'm forced to live in this world where Makayla and I are no longer a duo. We are no longer thought of as together. We are a past time. The idea of us is a past time. Often, I have wondered how someone could possibly wish to end their life. Surely they have other things they care about in this world. And this is true on my part. I still have Annie and Christopher left. But what else? The rest of my close friends are all Death Eaters. If they aren't dead by the end of this, they'll be arrested and I'll never see them again. So, in short, I practically have no one. No one who can fill even a part of the hole that Makayla Malfoy has left.

Nothing I have in this world can make up for the agonizing realization that life without her is meaningless. And now I no longer wonder.

I realize now how Makayla must have felt all those years when she thought her only companion was a journal hidden under her bed. Why she felt as though she were better off dead. She had no one.

Might be the first thing we ever have in common.

Now Voldemort is using death as some sort of party trick. Some ploy to get people to like him. And maybe it could work. Especially with Makayla's death. It would make sense for everyone to suddenly love him because he killed their 'common enemy.' They didn't know her. Why would they care?

And now she's dead. Killed by something that she cannot come back from. I wonder if it's silent wherever she is now. Is she alone? She always hated being alone. One does not have to read her diary to know that much. There's a reason why she strived to be so popular amongst our year. But that's also why I find it hard to believe that she actually wanted to not be friends with me, especially when I was her only friend for a short period of time.