Preface
I opened my eyes slowly. My vision was blurred without my glasses but I could still make out the still form of Hermione on the ground maybe ten feet away.
"No!" I thought. "She's saved me! She can't be dead!" my shock and pain stabbed me like a million little needles.
I forced myself to look away. I slowly got up from my position on the floor. The entire room was destroyed. I sadly realised that the tapestries and paintings, which had amazed me when I first saw them, were now either burning or crumbling to piles of ashes.
A groan from the other side of the room brought me back to reality. It came from under the table, where the person must have ducked undoubtedly to shield himself from the force of the aurors' spells.
I slowly got up, wincing slightly as I noticed that my legs were covered with burns and scratches, and started walking towards the table. I picked up the sledgehammer from a shelf, where it had probably sat undisturbed for at least a hundred years before I came along.
"Bad day to wear shorts." I mumbled to myself as I slowly approached the table and crouched down so I could see under it. I could only see blurry outlines of the figure without my glasses to aid me.
"No…" I whispered in horror, as I realised who was crouching under the table.
No! No! No! Please, No!
The pain returned with the force of a bullet train. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I couldn't understand what I could do…
"It's over", I thought.
That's when I fainted.
AN: so this is it. FYI this chapter is from Jan's POV but i dont think that any others will be. they will most likely be in third person. Hope you liked it! Please leave a review and tell me any ideas you may have for this story!!