AN: Hey, hope ya like, and I do not own these characters or Broken by Seether and Amy Lee.
Here she stands, watching the battle. She cries as she watches her love and friends fight, while she stands there, motionless. She is forbidden to fight, as, merely a few days ago, she tore something in her knee, making it almost impossible to walk.
I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
The Boy Who Lived and the Dark Lord were dueling, in the final battle, while she watched. Tears welled up in her eyes as he was struck again and again, just to get back up and continue fighting.
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
He doesn't know she loves him. The way he looks at her... the way he knows her... anyone could tell that she was just an acquaintance, a best friend's sister.
You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore
The Boy Who Lived was fighting viscously against Voldemort. It was his only time to get revenge – revenge for what he had done to his parents, his Godfather, his friends...
As he was firing spells, he saw, at the entrance of the castle, a red haired girl, silently crying as her friends fell to the ground.
Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
He felt a pang of emotion, seeing her, standing there, in pain. But, as the pain spread, the Dark Lord used that against him.
You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore
"Crucio!"
She could see her love scream and twitch on the ground, as the torturing spell coursed through his body.
She then did what no one expected her to do.
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone
As the Dark Lord lifted his wand to perform the killing curse on the injured, twitching Boy Who Lived that was lying in front of him, no one noticed the fiery haired girl silently running toward them, ignoring the throbbing pain in her knee.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"NO!"
Cause I'm broken when I'm open
The fiery haired girl fell to the ground, her dead weight connecting to the green grass.
The Dark Lord laughed as the Boy Who Lived went white. But, this time, it was him that took advantage of the Dark Lord.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The worst is over now and we can breathe again
It seemed as if the whole world froze; everyone, Death Eaters and Hogwarts students, staff, and graduated students alike, stared, open-mouthed, wands still raised, as the spell was fired.
Everything went in slow motion; the Dark Lords face went from laughter to shock, paling more than even possible, and slowly hit the ground, right next to the girl with flaming hair.
Everyone was silent.
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
"I love you..."
It was over. The worst was over. They could breathe.
Except for him. All he wanted to do was hold her up high and take his pain away. But he couldn't. The pain would be there. Forever.
He felt a presence, and looked up, to see his best friends, blood dripping from various parts of their bodies.
"We lost many people in the war, Harry," The bushy-haired girl whispered.
The red haired boy sniffed.
"Like who?" The Boy Who Lived questioned, although not really wanting to hear the answer.
"Lavender Brown, Padma Patil, Dean Thomas, Marietta Edgecombe, Hannah Abbott, Terry Boot, Zacharias Smith..."
"And Ginerva Molly Weasley,"
You've gone away, you don't feel me anymore