"Save the bodies!" a man I couldn't see yelled out.
All of the figures around me were hastening to do as he said. About 50 metres ahead of me there was a pile of human bodies on fire in different states of massacre. A woman screamed from the opposite side of the pile "My son! RONNIE!" and suddenly I knew who she was talking about.
On the top of the pile were the bodies of my two best friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. They were naked and had slashes all on their bodies, the Death Eaters had desecrated them before being killed. I fell to my knees in agony over the death of my friends, knowing that it was all my fault they wouldn't be celebrating with us.
It was the final war between the light and the dark, it had started too early for anyone to be taken away from the fighting. The grounds of Hogwarts was littered with the bodies of my comrades and enemies, but the one body that stood out was the one of Lord Voldemort, my enemy and ring leader for the Death Eaters. I had slain him with a spell that Hermione had found and changed for better use. Good old Hermione, always knowing where to look for the answer to everything. She would have been proud that it had worked perfectly, had the Death Eaters not killed them before it happened.
They weren't even supposed to be there, they were behind me when I went for Voldemort, and they must have gotten cut off from me somehow. Now I had no one left, Dumbledore had died last year, the Weasleys now only consisted of Mrs Weasley and Fred, the others all killed either tonight or the last fight, at Godrics Hollow. Hagrid was killed early on in the battle by a giant's club but Grawp had gotten revenge on them all until he was struck down by a dragon. So many innocent lives though, all of the school was in the fight, from the 1st and 2nd years helping the casualties to the Thestrals of the forest attacking the Dementors.
Now it was all over and I, Harry Potter, have succeeded in living when so many had died. Celebrations would be happening all over the world because Voldemort had been destroyed and yet I am wishing I had died alongside my friends. I raise my head when I hear screams coming closer to me, there being held up by Fred was the matriarch of the Weasley family.
She had been like a mother to me since I had first met her but now all I saw in her eyes was hatred at what I had caused to happen to her family. I don't even flinch when she raises her wand and yells the curse that shall deliver me away from the pain and into the arms of my family and friends.
Two words and it's all over, a calm washes over me when the green light hits me in the chest. When I open my eyes I see a wonderful sight, my family and friends were all there awaiting my arrival. My mother, who I had only seen in pictures and ghostly reflections ran straight to me and held me tight to her chest. My father and his 2 best mates were there with tears in their eyes, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hagrid, Grawp, the Weasleys, and in the far corner was the best sight of all.
Pulling away from my mother's grasp I ran in to the arms of Hermione and Ron, who both had tears streaming down their faces. I had saved the world and been delivered to my home, there was nothing that could even match to the happiness I was feeling. I had until the end of time to be happy for the first time ever.
THE END