Through War

She ran, Ron and Luna chasing after her, shouting at her to stop. Draco and Ginny joined in. But she didn't care, no. All she could think of was Harry.

Harry.

He was Okay! That terrible feeling she had got only seconds before, and that was still inside her didn't mean nothing. Nothing.

Soon she saw the throne room doors. She continued to run, past the lifeless bodies on the floor. DA, Order and Deatheaters .

She stopped infront of the big doors, nothing, nothing was comming from the other side of the room. No sounds. She swallowed and opened the door,afraid of what she might see. Three.. two.. one

She froze.

" No " She mouthed, and the gasp from the others showed that what she saw.

Was true.

The walls and floor was burned, almost pitch black everywhere. The scent from burnt flesh filling their noses. The smoke that filled the room made it hard to see anything. And when she saw it, she hoped that the smoke had been everywhere in the room, that the smoke had not show them anything.
Because there, in one of the corner lay the limp, burned body from.. The Darklord. Dead.
And from what they saw, he had been killed in a terrible way. Tears filling her eyes while she search the room for Harry with her eyes, and when she didn't found him, she could feel her heart break in to thousends of little pieces.

Everyone stood silent, shocked and terrified from what they saw. No one noticing the desperate tears filling Hermione eyes.
They broke from their shock when they heard Hermiones breath catch in her mouth and they turned to look at her.

She pointed a finger, staring at something in the other side of the room, tears streaming down her eyes and her body was shaking.

They turned their heads.

" No.."

Hermione started running, ignoring the fact that almost the whole room was on fire, and the smoke that made her cough terrible.
The others right behind her, Draco and Ginny putting out the fire while running past it.

They stopped and stared, in shock, not believing what they saw. It was not true, no.. It couldn't.

His body lay there.
Limp, Burned and a small pool of blood under him.

Hermione was already by his side and was slowly taking a hand to his face, afraid. Se stopped a second, but continued and put her hand on his cheek.

Cold.

She couldn't breath, she couldn't do nothing. Her world had stopped, and she didn't hear the whispers from her friends. But when she felt a hand on her shoulder she looked behind her, she meet the blue eyes from her best friend, blank and tear filled. And she could tell, that he, her best friend.

Was scared.

" Is.. Is he.. alive? " He mumbled, cursed himself from almost use the word 'dead'.

She looked past her friend and found the shocked and sad expression from the others.

Luna , had her head down and eyes closed, and for once in her life, she was glad she couldn't see. A tear rolling down her cheek.

Draco just stared, shocked, terrified from what was happening, from what they saw.
He couldn't do anything.

Ginny looked away. She couldn't stand it. How could a world do something like this.
To a boy, that saved it.

Hermione hugged his body, his blood soon covering her clothes, but she didn't care. No pulse.
She cried, she hugged, she mumbled comforting words, mostly to herself. She looked at his face, pale, burned, and bruises over it.
Her eyes stopped at his eyes, closed. Never to open again.
Those grey eyes... was gone.

And they could only helpless watch, feel and cry. But it make no difference, because he was not comming back.

Their savior, Her hero, A friend and A family member.

Harry.

The world takes lifes through war , even from those who saved it.