The Flaw

Devastation

Disclaimer: I did not write HP, nor do I own the rights. 

This chapter will be in Ginny's POV.

The world was not fair. After waiting for Harry to come back all year, finally seeing him again, I lost him. But this time, I had lost him for good.

I burst into tears as he fell, feeling numb as Luna closed his eyes. In that moment, I knew it was final. 

The blonde girl placed her arm around my shoulders as I cried. My tears clouded my vision, my eyes burning with pain as the salt and water flowed from them in torrents of despair.

Two forms stumbled dazedly to my side, one with frizzy brown hair, the other with red. They stopped and fell to the ground beside the body, his body.

Gone.

Gone was the boy who had been such a friend, leader, teacher, and hero. The savior of the wizarding race. The protector of the house elves, the friend of giants and goblins.

Harry Potter had sacrificed, literally, everything for peace.

"He's gone. He's really gone," Ron choked out in a hoarse whisper. Hermione sunk into Ron,  her body unable to hold her upright. Her face horrorstruck, holding the look of anger, confusion, and above all, hopelessness, that I knew my own face held.

I was still staring in shock at the place where Harry lay, my mouth gasping for air without my consent. I didn't care wether my weakened lungs had oxygen or not, I didn't care wether I lived or died. After all, what was the use of life? If even the most wonderful people could sacrifice their lives, their happiness, and for what? For a chance that others could do the same? The day had started with gaining a brother, only to have another torn from me. I had lost a mentor, my old teacher, as well as a woman I had grown to love as a sister. I had lost the boy I loved, but he had returned, and I had almost died myself. Now I had lost the young man whom I had grown to love again, but this time for good. My day had passed in a blur, then suddenly screeched to a halt of misery and despair, my heart torn from my chest with nothing to dull the desolation and emptiness I felt inside.

The room began to move, Death Eaters slowly trying to inch away, out of sight, the Order and DA moving to block them.

I raised my head to the ceiling as I let loose a guttural scream, pouring out my hopelessness, anger, fear, frustration, shock and love that I felt for the boy in front of me.

Harry was dead. My Harry was dead. The boy I had crushed on since childhood, whom had saved me more than once, who I had fought for, kissed, loved above all else, yet these people could go on living? Yet they, whom he had died for, went on as if nothing were wrong?

Hermione and Luna wrapped their arms around me, trying to comfort me, my tears soaking their already dampened shirts.

Slowly, they tried to lead me away. I kicked and screamed, trying to get back to Harry. But it was no use, they were too strong, to determined.

I felt a wand in my back, and all I remember is black.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, but it just felt like the right place to end;) 

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