I stood there, in the midst of the battle. Sounds blurred together until they were indiscernible from others. Flashes of light flew past my widened eyes.

I chose this. I chose to try and be a hero. To try and stand out for once. To not be just another face in the crowd.

Although, even if I do survive this, I will still be another face in the crowd. More people than expected had chosen to fight for the school. For Harry Potter, the boy who lived.

I had seen him before, walking the halls with his friends. He hadn't seen me. Nobody really ever sees me. I'm nothing special. So I just watch.

I know I will probably die today. I do not have extraordinary power. I am not that smart, I am not that brave.

I am no-one.

But, I will take some people along with me. I will send them into the oblivion as I most likely will be. At least I will be known by somebody. The person I killed will remember me for the rest of their undead life, if there was something beyond this plane of reality.

I stepped forward, into the blinding lights and tuned all the sounds out so they just sounded like roaring water. I looked for my target.

There. He was running. Running away from the battle. Like a coward. I clenched my teeth and sprinted after the stranger, ducking my head low to avoid the spells being cast.

Straightening up, I pointed my holly wand, 10 inches with a core of unicorn hair at the man, who had still not recognised my existence. I was running to him from the side when he kept on looking behind him, where the main battle raged.

He turned and saw me. I still hadn't fired my spell yet. I don't know why.

In the split second he saw me, multiple things happened. His eyes widened and he raised his wand. His mouth was forming a spell that I didn't know. My mouth was forming the word stupefy.

Suddenly, the fear hit me. Cold and hard against my naked soul. I stuttered. That was my mistake.

His spell struck me in multiple places. Pain glanced against my body as deep cuts penetrated my skin. I'd heard of this spell. It was called sectumsempra. Snape must have taught it to him.

I knew I was going to die. I knew it in my very bones. The wounds were now too deep to heal.

I screamed. A heart-hammering, fear-inducing scream. My back arched and I lost hold of reality. I wished for the end. I wanted to be rid of this.

A single, glistening tear rolled down my blood-red cheek. I now knew that I didn't want to die. But it was too late.

I could feel my life-blood pooling around me. It was warm and sticky against my faintly-twitching fingertips.

I thought about what had happened to my attacker. If he was still alive, fleeing or if someone had caught up to him.

I hoped he was dead.

My senses were getting weaker and weaker. I surrendered to the feeling of numbness. It was refreshing, a welcome feeling after the back-bending pain I was recently in.

The stars looked so bright, twinkling in the cloudless sky.

They got blurrier and blurrier, fading out of existence. I wondered if morning was near.

And then there was nothing.