death of a hero Harry Potter fanfic

Death of a hero

           

"Harry Potter is dead!!"

  It had been 45 minutes since the dark lord also known as Lord Voldemort had given Harry an hour to himself up.

   The Great Hall of Hogwarts, normally so beautiful, warm, and welcoming, now lay in ruins and the warm, welcoming feeling was long gone. It was now cold and almost lifeless, the bodies of the dead and injured scattered everywhere.

  Yet those within had not yet lost hope, no they would continue to fight to their last breath, or that's what they convinced themselves at least. In truth those words that rang through the hall had put a sharp blade through that hope. Everyone who could ran out of the hall to see if it was true. Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and Ginny Weasley were at the front of the crowd they were all.

   It was Ron who got there first, he stopped dead in his tracks. There laying lifeless in Hagrid's arms was his best mate, his brother in all but blood. His mind went blank he barely heard his girlfriend and sister come up behind him.

"No."

He breathed out, practically begging it to be wrong, be a nightmare. He and his siblings had just lost a brother, his parents a son, Fred, Georges twin was dead, they couldn't lose another, he, couldn't lose another. Not now. Not tonight. Not ever. His mind was racing, he had always been jealous of Harry over petty things like money and fame. Meanwhile he had the one thing Harry had always wanted, a family. He couldn't comprehend this, it was too much. Harry had always been there for him and his family, Harry had always been there for everyone, no matter what it was, he never thought of himself, much to everyone's frustration, he put others needs before his own.

   Ron finally came back to reality he noticed that Hermione and Ginny were in a similar state he just exited from. Though both had tears streaming down their faces, reaching up to his face he realized his face was also wet, however weather it was tears, sweat, or blood was impossible to tell. Looking around he realized that not much had happened as there were still people coming out. His best friend was still lifeless in the half-giant's arms. He knew that this image would be burned into his brain and nightmares for the rest of his life, however long that turned out to be.
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  Hermione was right after Ron getting outside, and like Ron stopped dead in her tracks at the sight. To her it was one of the worst sights she had ever seen, and considering some of the thing she's seen that's saying a hell of a lot. She stared for what seemed like hours, but was really seconds, at the cold, limp, lifeless body of her friend who she considered a brother in everything but blood. 

"NO!!!"

  She screamed, it was probably the only time she, Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, couldn't understand something. She couldn't understand why he went, she couldn't understand why he didn't tell them, she couldn't understand why he died, but even more, she couldn't understand why he didn't say goodbye.

  She remembered everything about him, and even as she remembered the self-conscience, little boy that she met on the train, the boy that she met on the train. The boy who had nobody. She remembered how over the years he grew up, if a little too quickly, and became determined to do whatever he could to help the war effort, to do what was right. She remembered how he had tried many times before to distance himself from them, her and Ron, but they would never let him, no matter how hard he tried. She remembered how he lost almost every adult who ever cared for him, those left being Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and maybe even professor Mcgonagall. She remembered that he saw all of them die and blamed himself for all their deaths.

   And yet she still didn't understand why this happened, she knew that he was a selfless part at times, but surely, he had to have known that Voldemort wouldn't keep his word, that this would do more harm than good. He just had to know that. She didn't know what to do now he was their hope, the person who everyone took inspiration from, without him there was no hope. The only reason she could see people fighting now was through extreme loyalty to Harry.