Chaos. That's all she could see as she stood in the middle of the Great Hall. Time seemed to slow down around her, circling her as if she was nothing but a singular moment, slowly fading into non-existence. The battle was in full swing, wands were being drawn like swords and screams were hurtling around the castle, crashing into those still standing. Still fighting. She watched calmly as a jet of red light shot slowly past her, her alert eyes following it with curiosity. Where would it go? Who would it hit? Who would be the victim of a jolt of red light? She allowed herself to watch as the light struck down a young boy, his screams joining the others as he crumpled to the floor. She turned away, focusing back on the ancient clock resting on the wall. She watched as the seconds ticked by, closer and closer to her fate. Ticking away at her life. Or his life. Her fingers tightened around her lifeline, her loyal friend. She looked down at the thin wooden stick, relishing it's smoothness. She knew it was her decision. She knew it was her or him. Her or them. Was it selfish not to want to die? Selfish to not want to be anything more than a forgotten death? Of course it was. But it was how she felt and nothing could change that. She wasn't ready for death. She had barely started living. The seconds ticked away cruelly with no regard to the people battling furiously for just a second more to survive. To live. To love.
11:33pm.
It was time.
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Forgotten
FanfictionMany people died for Harry Potter. Many people died for his cause. For the fight against Voldemort. But most of them go unnamed and unremembered. This is the story of one of those people. One of those forgotten heroes.
