Mudblood on the Run

Chapter Fourteen: If it's Not Okay, It's Not the End

Charlie and I stood, crying in each other’s arms. There was another chilling, cold voice, this time sounding pleased. The voice was startling, and Charlie and I jumped, with Charlie grabbing my head and ducking it under his arm, as to protect me, I think.

“Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself, as you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone.

“The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My death eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist me will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together.” The voice rang out through the grounds, and it gave me Goosebumps. People were walking out of the Great Hall, some crying, others bloodied and shocked, into the courtyard. Charlie saw his family, and we walked along beside them, Ron on my right side. Ron looked shocked, with a bloody eyebrow and nose.

We all walked into the courtyard, and there were clearly two sides: the death eaters, and everybody else. One of the Weasleys began to cry.

“NO!” Someone screamed. I looked over to my left to see McGonagall crying. I’ve never seen her cry.

Bellatrix Lestrange was laughing. People were screaming their shares of ‘no’s and ‘Harry’s and all of these cries came from Ron, Hermione, and Ron’s sister. I felt tears sting my eyes as reality hit me: Harry Potter is dead.

“SILENCE!” Voldemort cried. There was a loud noise, and a bright light, and nobody made a sound as a silencing charm was placed over us. “It is over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs! You see? Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!”

“He beat you!” Ron cried, breaking the silencing charm. People, along with me, began yelling profanities at Voldemort and his followers. Voldemort silenced us again.

“He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds, killed while trying to save himself-“ Voldemort broke off, as Neville charged at Voldemort, and was disarmed immediately.

I couldn’t stand to watch as Voldemort and Bellatrix basically tortured Neville. I felt Charlie put his hand in mine. I heard Neville’s screams as his head caught fire, and I turned into Charlie’s shoulder, buried my face and began to cry.

The ground started to shake, and there were many cries echoing out at the same time. I couldn’t keep track of what was happening.

“HARRY! HARRY- WHERE’S HARRY?” Hagrid’s voice called. The death eaters began to run at us, and we all backed back into the school. Charlie and I were separated by a few people, though we could see each other. Small battles began to break out amongst the people who were not in the Great Hall, and someone pushed me forward onto my hands and knees. The person grabbed all of my hair and began to drag me by it, causing excruciating pain on my scalp. I screamed loudly, and tried to pry the hands off of my head. It didn’t work. I saw Charlie’s head of fiery hair.

“CHARLIE!” I screamed. Charlie turned, and made his way over to me, pushing people out of the way in the process. I felt my head again, this time feeling warm blood. The death eater pulled me into the Great Hal by my hair, Charlie still fighting his way over to me.

Finally, Charlie was able to run over to me, and he punched the death eater, causing him to fall to the ground, unconscious. I rolled over, clutching my head.