Battle of the Ages

Chapter Fifteen: Remember The Name

The crowds start to move on out of the Hall and into the courtyard. I follow along to see Hagrid carrying Harry's body.

"Your hero is dead," Voldemort laughs. "Come forward and announce your allegiance."

The Malfoys motion for their son to come back. After a few minutes, he walks towards them and Voldemort awkwardly hugs him. Neville limps towards the center between the two crowds. What is he doing?

"What is your name?" Voldemort asks.

"Neville Longbottom." This causes the crew of Death Eaters laughs. This does not stop the Gryffindor. "Harry maybe dead, but he is still in here." He points at his heart before continuing. "And we will not stop fighting you."

With that, he lunges for the Sorting Hat to pull out the Sword of Gryffindor. In the commotion, Harry disappeared. I cast spells to defend those around me, trying to get the others time to do what is needed. The battle moves inside the school. Everyone fights over the rubble of the once grand castle. Once Harry walks in, victorious, the Death Eaters disappear quickly.

***

I lay with George in our small flat while Erik is asleep in another room. A week has passed and I worry about him. He is quiet, though he should not bottle up his emotions. Though, I'm not the best for advise. George moves a strand of my hair behind my ear and gives me a side smirk.

"Does it ever get easier?" He asks.

"Eventually. I promise."

I kiss his cheek before pushing myself up. He pulls me back down and closer. He kisses my head lightly.

"Where you going?" He asks.

"To get my jacket. It's kind if cold in here."

He wraps the covers around me and pulls me closer.

"I'm not letting you go," he mutters into my hair. "Not ever.".