-1Haylie looked over to where her friend Ron was writhing on the cold stone ground after having been hit with a curse. A tear slipped down. She looked over to where her best friend Hermione lay lifeless. Another tear. She was numb. It had all come down to this. This final battle with the dark lord. And they were losing. Badly. As she wobbled to her feet, a lone tree supporting her, she could hear her twin brother Harry fighting the epitome of evil, Voldemort.
She tried to look over in their direction, but it was too big a feat for her battered body. She settled for listening to them throw curses and hexes back and forth as the tears continued to fall. She knew her brother could beat Voldemort. He had too, she could not handle another loss. Then she heard it, the killing curse. Avada Kadavra. Then she heard a scream. Her insides lurched. The battle was over and it killed her to hear Voldemort laughing before the pain became so unbearable she fainted and let the darkness take everything over. She gave into the bliss of being numb.
Harry James Potter
1989-2006
It was dark. It was cold. Yet it was not frightening. Haylie felt almost… at peace.
'Could I be dead?', she thought.
She liked this, swimming around in a pool of nothingness. It was a nice vacation from the sorrow. Sorrow..Harry. What had happened to him?
'I'm not dead..he is'
A wave of emotion ripped through her. The sadness she felt for the ones she lost was just too much for her. Hermione, Ginny, McGonagall, Moody, Bill and Charlie, Dean, Shamus, Neville…Harry…and so many others. No, this nothingness was not calming anymore. She needed out.
Haylie's eyes snapped opened and she realised she was still at the site of the war, which now finished, the strongest warrior having fallen. A few dozen feet away, Harry Potter lay on the ground. Yes, he was gone.
When she looked up she realised the one who had killed her twin was standing over her, a smirk adorning his face.
" I must say I was expecting more out of your beloved brother miss Potter. Killing him couldn't have been less of a challenge", his voice rang out clear and cold as a block of ice.
"Please, just kill me, I don't want to hear it. Just end it, please", she whispered barely audibly , refusing to meet Voldemort's beady eyes.
" Now why would I do a foolish thing like that? No, I don't think I'll be killing you any time soon", he sounded slightly amused. Slightly.
"I don't want to live with this. I can't", she prayed he would not make her beg anymore.
" Shut up you foolish girl. We both know you are stronger than this. Your brother was nothing, but you are something else completely. You are much more powerful than he could ever be, you just don't know how to use your powers to your full advantage. No, I don't plan on killing you, you are much too valuable to me.", Voldemort rambled on as if it were fact.
"What are you saying?", she asked.
"We could be great allies miss Potter. We could do great things together. We'd be unstoppable", Haylie had to take notice of the fact that he seemed very convinced of what he was saying.
"If you are asking me to join you, then I refuse. I will not be associated with such filth.", the disgust was clearly distinguishable in her voice.
"Watch what you say young one. You are naïve. You don't know how powerful you could be. You need to be taught. Dumbledore could never teach you the things I can.", his voice was unusually gentle, it made him seem almost human…
"Shut up!", Haylie didn't want to hear any of this, she just wanted to die.
"What if I said I could make the pain go away?", he asked.
"What do you mean?", had she heard right?
"I can erase those who've fallen from your memory. From everyone's memory. I can erase everything that has transpired here tonight. You'll wake up in your Griffindor bed safe and sound ,the only Potter anyone will be able to remember, even you. Before you refuse think about everyone else's pain. By doing this you'll be saving Mrs. Weasley the heartache of loosing 3 children, the elderly Mrs Longbottom the heartache of losing yet another family member, her dearest grandson. This will do everyone good.", why was Voldemort doing this…this good deed?
"If you have the power to erase them, can't you just bring them all back?", this was too much for her aching head to take in.
"I'm not stupid miss Potter, why would I bring my enemies back to life?", he said.
This was Haylie's way out. She would forget, the pain would be gone. She wasn't being selfish, no she'd be saving everyone else from the all-consuming pain as well. Yes, she'd do this. She'd forget.
"Alright, just answer me one thing; why would you do this for me?", she was clearly confused.
" You'll see soon enough child, this is for me."
That was the last thing she heard before everything was swallowed up in a bright red light.
Oh yes, she would forget.