Things Never Last (Threequal to Things Change A George Weasley Love Story)

Is Dead

George's P.O.V

"Harry Potter is dead!"

Lord Voldemort stood, triumphant in front of us.

Harry's dead corpse tucked in Hagrids large arms.

After everything, we still couldn't beat him.

It was all worth nothing.

The Death, The destruction.

None of it mattered now.

"No! NO!" Ginny screamed, rushing toward the clan of dark wizards.

Dad, thank god, held her back. 

I understood how devastated she was.

We both lost the love of our lives tonight.

"Stupid girl! Harry Potter, is dead. From this day forth, you put your faith in me" Voldemort stated, earning nothing from the crowd in front of him.

What did he expect.

A round of applause?

Turning back to his cult of Death Eaters he repeated the words he'd been wanting to say for years, "Harry Potter is Dead!"

Speaking to all of us, he raised his hands in a joyace manner. "Now is the time to declare yourself, come forward and join us, or die."

Everyone stood still.

Out of the two choices, death looked like paradise.

Considering.

Minutes passed and no one came forward until I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.

Neville.

Neville, hobbling forward, inch by inch. 

It made my stomach sick.

How could he have ever been sorted into Gryffindor?

"Well I must say, I hoped for better, and who might you be young man?" Voldemort addressed Neville like he was a new friend.

"Neville Longbottom" 

The crowd erupted in a sea of laughter.

I found no amusement in the state ment. 

"Well Neville im sure we can find a place for you in our ranks...."

Neville cut him off, "Id like to say something"

Silence filled the gap.

"It doesn't matter that Harry's gone. People die everyday. Friends, Family, Yeah, we lost Harry tonight but he's still with us. In here, in our hearts. So is Blakely, Remus, Tonks, all of them. They didn't die in vein!" Turning to Lord Voldemort, Neville spoke his last peace "But you will! Because you're wrong! Harry's heart did beat for us, for all of us, and it's not over! 

And as if Neville's brave words woke up something inside of him, Harry slipped out of Hagrids arms and onto the stone ground.

Harry wasn't dead.

He couldn't die.

He was the boy who lived.

Everyone gasped in shock and wonderment as Harry scrambled to his feet.

A voice called out to him immediately.

My heart stopped beating.

My sick mind playing tricks on me because this couldn't be real.

I wasn't this lucky.

I, George Weasley would never be this lucky.

"Harry!"