T/W: VIOLENCE, DEATH, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, READ WITH CAUTION
"NO!"
Hogwarts' rightful headmistress let forth an earth-shattering yell. Professor Mcgonagall was the first Hogwarts survivor to view Harry Potter's limp and lifeless body in Hagrid's clutches. Deranged laughter spilled from the mouth of Bellatrix Lestrange, other Death Eaters beginning to join in, as the battered witch wailed for the pupil for whom she had previously purchased a broom.
More Order members and Hogwarts survivors poured out of the entrance, ready to confront their assailants, only to discover the body of
The Boy Who Lived. More screams erupted as each pair of eyes found Harry.
"NO HARRY!" Ginny Weasley yelled lunging forward, only to be held back by her eldest brother. Tears spilled down her cheeks, washing away blood from battle. Her brittle lips trembled with sorrow and the blinding rage she was feeling towards Voldemort, who gloried in her despair, stroking Nagini with a long pale finger.
Only when Hermione Granger spotted her best friends body, did reality come crashing down on her. He was really dead. The boy who saved her from a troll. The boy who was the closest thing to a brother she ever had. Dead. Lost. Forever.
And now they would all die.
At this point it didn't seem like much of a bad thing.
A wordless sob streamed from her mouth, she could barely recognize Ron's shouting next to her. She couldn't say anything. She wanted to shout and keep on fighting till she was dead. But she was unable to move. Her eyes wouldn't look away from the body that was now being moved towards Voldemort's feet. Praying for the glimmer of emerald eyes that would prove to her he lived up to the name of The Boy Who Lived. Nothing.
"You see?" Voldemort's cold voice rang out to the silenced, grieving, crowd.
"Dead! Trying to save himself! He was nothing but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves!" said Voldemort, kicking Harry's limpless body with his foot
"HE BEAT YOU!" Ron yelled, breaking through the shield, defenders of hogwarts joining in by yelling abuse to Death Eaters.
"SILENCE!" Voldemort yelled casting another powerful silencing charm on the crowd, causing some to be knocked back from the magical power.
"HARRY POTTER IS DEAD! You and your family will be spared and all will be forgiven if promised loyalty to your Dark Lord."
"We'll join you when hell freezes over!" Neville Longbottom yelled bursting through Voldemort's magical shield.
Voldemort eyed him with amusement before he flicked his wand and Neville was dropped to his knees and dragged across the courtyard towards Voldemort.
"And who is this foolish young man?" Voldemort asked, red eyes glowing.
"Neville Longbottom. Son to Alice and Frank, pathetic blood traitors." Bellatrix said at Voldemort's side.
"What a waste of magical blood..."Voldemort said. The air stilled. The Death Eaters grew quiet in excited anticipation.
Voldemort's wand slashed in the air, a thin line of scarlet appeared on Neville's throat.
Neville's hands instinctively rose to his neck in a feeble attempt to stop the blood beginning to pool from his neck, dropping to the ground after a few rasps for air.
Dead.
Hogwarts defenders roared with anger, breaking through the silencing spell and the magical shield keeping them from launching at the Death Eaters. Hermione finally snapping out of her paralyzed state, now consumed with bitter fury.
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Fanfiction"He's my best friend. Was. And I-didn't save him." (18+ CONTENT WARNINGS READ WITH CAUTION) *** It's two years into the war. Two years since Hermione lost Harry. The boy who was supposed to save the wizarding world. The boy who promised Hermione tha...
