Always

Seventh Year: Part three

Hogwarts was at war. Everyone fought for their own reasons and on their own sides of the battle. Some for better reasons than others.

Harry had found all the horcruxes and had destroyed them successfully or so he thought. After Snapes death he knew the truth.

Why he could talk to snakes.
Why he was so similar to Voldemort.
Why the sorting hat had originally planned on sorting him into Slytherin.

He was the last horcrux.

None can live while the other survives.

He had never thought that he'd be the one to die. He was more than willing to die for everyone that he loved. So he decided to greet death as an old friend.

He walked his way down to the Great Hall. He needed to say goodbye to everyone. He only wished he had the chance to see Draco one more time.

He hadn't seen him through the battle, probably figured he wasn't trusted to wander off into the war. Voldemort didn't trust him so he probably kept him somewhere he couldn't run into me.

He needed to though. He needed to tell Draco how much he had missed him. How he never had stopped thinking about him. How much he loved him and how much he wished he could spent his last minutes of life in his arms.

Once in the great hall he saw the students he went to school with. Some where injured, others dead, others crying from the loss of their loved ones.

Ron walked to him. His eyes were swollen from crying.

"Ron? W-what happened?"

Ron didn't speak. He just pointed to Fred's corpse lying on the floor. His whole family surrounded him.

Harry didn't say anything. Tears started to run his face. Then he grabbed Ron and embraced him in a hug.

"I'm so sorry."

"Not your fault Harry."

But Harry couldn't stop. He just kept saying it over and over.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

Harry couldn't believe it. He knew he was out to loose people in the war but he wasn't expecting it to be Fred. He couldn't even dare to look at George. He must of been the most heartbroken.

"H-Harry."

"Yeah?"

"Lupin and Tonks are dead too."

Harry's POV
You have to be fucking kidding me. Lupin and Tonks? What about their son? What about Teddy?

"Your kidding. What about their baby?"

"He's going to wake up an orphan."

Harry felt angry. He was mad how many people had died because of this. How many people like Teddy were left with no family. How could've of this happened?

Tonks
Lupin
Fred
Dobby
Snape
Colin
Sirius
Lavender

All gone.

Now it was Harry's turn. He decided not to tell Ron. He would try to stop him or insist on going with him. He only hugged him for the last time, knowing this was the last time he'd ever see him again.

"Harry are you okay?"

"Fine. Where's Hermione?"

"She's with Luna."

Harry started to walk off but Ron spoke before he left.

"Hey Harry."

"Yeah?"