Kay Sooooo, Hi Little disclaimer here I OWN NOTHING NOTHING NADA NUTIN , All of these characters belong to the ever so awesome Jk, My inspiration was The song Harry potter is dead by the ministry of magic soo enjoy! Also please note if you see this on another site under doyoulikewaffles Than its okay because that is also me! okay so enjoy!
Our hero, our one hope lies on the ground. His glasses askew, his hair a mess. His angry red scar peeking out from among his dark locks.
Our hero, our hope our savior, Dead. Screams pierce the air, nothing but noise to her, nothing but background noise as she watches him.
Looks upon his face, his mouth, his nose, and His eyes. His emerald eyes, His eyes that when looking at you, you felt alone in the world, just you and him alone in space. Our hero, our hope, dead on the grass. For the moment time freezes, nothing but Harry is important. The boy that lived, dead? Throat raw from screams she didn't know she was producing, her mind is in shock. The Man she loved no longer a boy dead? His hair, His lips, his eyes Dead. Harry dead? Harry gone? No more stolen moments among closets, No more dreams of the future, No more Harry?
Our hero, our hope Dead "SILENCE".
His voice rings out among them, He the one responsible for Harry.
Silence however only lasts shortly, she recognizes her brother among the new outbursts of screams.
Her voice however remains silent, her mind in shock, and her eyes glued to him.
Silence again, as Voldermort casts a charm upon the crowd. His voice ripples through the crowd, his words however hold no truth,
Harry wouldn't run to save himself, He would run to save others, to stop the fight before more death. Death, Harry hated death and now there he lay.
A burst of light caused her to look up, before a scene played out. Neville stood before them, now knocked to the ground. His lips move, His face portrays anger and His lips form a shout. The crowd responds breaking the earlier spell. Voldermort raises his wand and behind her a window breaks.
Over their heads soar something blackened and misshaped. To her surprise it's the sorting hat.
The hat that starts everyone's journey at this place they are now defending.
More words are exchanged and the hat is put upon Neville, She wonders for a moment what for, then it becomes clear as the hat burst into flames.
Neville however can't move his body rooted to the spot. Her throat hurts as she screams, Screams and screams.
Commotion erupts around her. Neville seems to brake free and Kills the giant snake that usually adorns Voldermort's neck.
Centaurs charge, Fighting starts up once again. She looks back to the spot where Harry lies to find it empty.
Harry, Harry is gone. Hope fills her. Our hope our savior Not dead.
The Boy who lives, Lives. With A heart full of Hope. Ginny rejoins the fight. Our hope, our savior Is alive.
There is hope yet in this upturned world.
There is time still to win