Composition Book College Ruled 100 pages

The beginning of the end

2 May 1998

I opened my eyes but I still couldn't see anything. The air around me was dusty but at my eye level I could see broken wands lie on the ground next to me. My head felt like my brains were being squeezed from the inside as I pulled my body forward to stand on my feet. I walked around in the fog, except it wasn't fog it was dirt creating massive clouds. I could hardly hear over the ringing in my ears. I tried to remember the past couple hours but everything was too blurry. I continued to walk, occasionally tripping over wands and respected bodies. The air was foul and smelled of burnt hair, burnt rubber, sour electricity, and rocks and sand. I felt my weight being drawn to the earth like a magnet. My head started spinning and painful memories started rushing in and it felt like it wasn't going to stop. I couldn't scream for some reason and I wanted to cry.

We had won the battle of Hogwarts but it was too late. I was supposed to be happy but I wasn't. I could have helped him. I could've told him he didn't have to leave us. I could have told him that he can stay. But I wasn't loud enough. I was scared. Voldemort called him forward and I silently shook my head, but it wasn't enough. He glanced at me but still went forward. I should've yelled or done SOMETHING. The memories kept on flooding back, the teasing, the silent hugs from behind whenever he passed, whispering in my ear how lovely I looked, linking fingers because he was too embarrassed to hold my hand in public. I had very obviously liked him first but he didn't like me back until a long time after that. But I should've been there for him when he needed me. He pushed me away because he said it was too late for him and I listened. He told me he would come back for me. I knew I shouldn't have left but I did. I walked away.

I tried to look for him but it was too late. How could I even dare. After all the damage has been done, I have the audacity to show my face? I was close but I was too late again. I saw him walking away with Narcissa and Lucius. I called out to him and I thought he looked back but he left. I felt the lump in my throat and my eyes began to swell. I hated myself for crying because I didn't deserve to. I didn't deserve Draco and he deserved better than me. I couldn't find anyone else except for Fred. He was without George for the first time. He was watching something and I snuck closer.

A man's body was on the ground and George was over him crying. I didn't understand but Fred was quiet. I watched longer and everyone was crying. I started to get frustrated and told Fred to comfort George and Ron. I was mad because he could avoid all the mistakes I made but he was just standing there watching. I observed closer and realized that the body on the floor was Fred. He died which meant I was seeing his soul. I looked up and Fred looked like he was trying not to cry too but the tear was stronger and fell out of his left eye. He looked down and I could see the water uncontrollably dripping from his face into the floor. I was about to grab George's shoulder to tell him Fred's presence was still here. I wanted to help them communicate, but as I reached for his shoulder, my hand passed right through. I didn't understand and I grabbed him again. Nothing made sense.

Fred let out a small chuckle, "What a stupid prank that was, heh- dying."
I stared at him in frustration and confusion.

Fred walked up to me and tilted his head in the other direction. I saw my own body there, with no one around it. No one mourning over me like they were for George. I always only had Malfoy. But he left. "I'll be back for you, darling". His words were still ringing in my ear. That was the last thing he said to me before we parted ways at the beginning of the battle. I couldn't believe I actually died. I stood in my place looking over my dead body. I wish someone had a blanket. I could've tried to cover my dead face. I looked so embarrassing on the ground like that. My tongue sticking out and my eyes half open. Gross. I walked back over to Fred and we left the room.

Draco has no one to come back to and he's going to blame himself.

Fred and I dragged our feet as we walked toward the exit. Lupin, Tonks, and Black were there waiting for us and we all dragged forward to a bright light without looking back.