At That Moment
Chapter 1: Ginny
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
'NO!' No, no, no! I couldn't think of anything except for the fact that the world had come to an end. It had stopped spinning. Because that body in Hagrid's arms could not be Harry's, so cold, so lifeless. I turned around, hoping to see someone who would tell me that I was just dreaming and that everything was alright but everyone else was just as confused, just as terrified. I kept turning my head around to see someone, anyone, who would give me a reassuring smile but there was nothing.
A little further ahead I could see Ron pulling Hermione into an embrace and letting her cry on his shoulder. He too was in shock and there were tears streaming down his face. I quickly turned my face away, feeling a sharp pain in my chest; why should they still have each other when Harry – my Harry was gone.
I frowned, feeling disgusted at myself. Why shouldn't Ron and Hermione have each other? After all weren't they part of the Trio? Didn't they help Harry in trying to end the war? Of course they deserved happiness.
But there was still a little voice at the back of my head that kept saying that it Harry who did the actual work, Harry who had to fight Voldemort in his first-year, Harry who had to face the basilisk, the dementors, the countless rumors about him being a liar, Harry who had to fight to keep Voldemort out of his head and Harry who had lost his parents at the tender age of one.
What on earth was wrong with me, I wondered trying to shake these thoughts away.
I walked pass the mess towards where Harry lay. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my mother walking towards me, most probably trying to stop me from seeing Harry's body but thankfully Bill stopped her. I was grateful because I really didn't want to see anybody now, not even my family – especially not my family. I didn't want any sympathy now, I just wanted Harry but he was gone. A dry sob escaped me but there were no tears. I guess I was past the point of tears by now.
As I walked I saw so many familiar bodies with their families crowded around them, to tired to keep fighting any more. I knew I should comfort them – after all they were my friends, people I loved but right now I didn't care at all. I only wanted to see Harry.
As I went closer to where Harry's body lay, there was a sudden uproar and everyone started screaming and shouting. I tried listening to what the crowd was shouting about when I saw Ron running towards me, yelling, 'He's gone! Harry's gone!'
Oh! The wave of relief that shot through me was exhilarating. Harry was not dead! I felt as if I could do just about anything now. It was amazing how my mood changed from sad, terrified and depressed to happy and confident. I felt that everything was going to be alright now and why not when I knew that Harry was still here.
A/N: So what do ya'll think? Good? Bad? I thought of doing a chapter each for a couple of people, like Ron, Hermione, Draco, etc. Please review and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is appreciated but no flames because they'll be read and laughed at!