Battlefield
By; Whatshername1
Disclaimer: NO OWN! Why would I post fanfiction if I had any ownership over Harry Potter? I would be out spending some serious money!
Summary: an angsty ficlet about the final showdown of the dark and light side of the wizarding world!
Rating: K+ (PG) for thematic war themes and impiled death
The stench of death hung strongly in the air. Smoke hovered above the battle site. Thought the Dark Lord had been dead for hours, the battle raged on. The deatheaters didn't seem to know or understand their master was dead. You would think the death of an evil wizard would be something incredible…it wasn't. You'd expect a wave to rush among the bystanders so they knew what they were fighting for was accomplished. It didn't. You would think the battle was won and the war over. It wasn't. The screams went on for days. The blood hit the dirt, staining the ground and the covering the dead.
The jets of green light never stopped…sobs echoed through the air, masking the screams. The battle ground was never quiet. You would think someone would have recognized the corpse. It didn't look human; it didn't when it was alive. You would think someone would recognize the raven-haired boy who sat next to the corpse. Bleeding heavily, hold a broken wand. You would think someone would notice the tears that fell down his cheek, mixing with the blood. Tears for the dead, and for the living…mostly for the future. The battle was won, but not over…
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