It all ended when Hagrid carried his lifeless body through the battle...and in a way, that is when it all began.
Time had stopped, and everyone froze. I could hardly see anything, or hear because of the screams...but pretty soon all I could hear was my own voice screaming.
Harry...MY Harry...was dead.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I found myself screaming.
I could literally FEEL my heart break, as I gasped for oxygen, trying to fight my way through the wall of people...none of which budging...forbidding me from him.
Hermione clutched onto Ron, to partially stop him from bursting into the horrific scene, and partially to steady her sobs.
Harry was...my everything. Harry was my world, and I easily would have given up everything, everything I was left with, to keep him safe. And now...losing him like this was worse than any previous fight, and before the breakup.
I would never be able to love again...I wasn't sure how I could continue, haunted by his ghost. My life had more or less ended in his death.
Because I had lost everything when I had lost my Harry.