This is a rather sad story, so be warned! If you are so nice to review, I
might think about writing a sequel...
My lord what a Mornin' By Narcissa
Silently he looked over the once green and friendly looking vast grounds of Hogwarts. Never again, would he be able to picture them as they had been before. Even when once again children would be running laughing and playing around, having nothing to worry about, than not to fail the next test.
It would be a long time before that would happen: The once proud castle of Hogwarts, lay partly in ashes, the Forbidden Forest: mostly burned.
Nothing was as before.
He could not mourn over the losses of this night. It was still to soon, more would die of their wounds in the next few days, more would die, because they had fought for what was right, what they believed in.
What he believed in.
Most of the witches and wizards that had died tonight had died, hoping that their children would be able to live without the evil they themselves had faced - only their children were fighting alongside with their parents, even when they had just started their schooling.
So many had died this night.
The final battle, it had finally come.
Near sunsets the protection-walls broke. There had been no time to evacuate the school, so everyone had stayed. The students were ordered to stay in their common-rooms and allow the teachers to fight.
They had not obeyed their orders.
Surprisingly only six of the students whose parents were Death Eaters had left their classmates to join their parents.
Draco Malfoy had stayed.
"My parents are murderers. I don't like mudbloods, but I will not help to kill them!"
He was the first of the students to fall.
By the hands of his own mother.
As soon as his now lifeless body hit the ground, the battle had started. The students, fought the onslaught with the curses they had learned: a tickling-curse against the Cruciatus, a child against a full grown wizard, an innocent against a mass-murderer.
But the students held till the aurors and most of the parents who were wizards arrived. They were not even able to send the students away to safety. "It is our school, we stay!"
Dennis Creevey fell to defend his beloved school.
He was a muggle born. He was tortured to death.
HE came as the last sunrays faded. HE was laughing. HE did not even look at the people he killed or tortured. No one was able to get near HIM, no curse was able to reach HIM.
HE stood there all the time laughing.
The battle continued the whole night, the burning forest providing the light. The animals had long before joined the battle, siding either with the Dark or with the Light. Most of them are death now, no matter on which side they fought.
The grounds are drenched with blood, the blood of our children, the blood of the aurors and parents who came to defend them - and the blood of the Death Eaters who came to kill.
It will never be the same, so many are death, so many are gone.
HE had not been able to convince the Dementors or Giants to side with him - but neither had we.
The battle had ended as sudden as it had begun. Harry Potter, the boy-who- lived, ended it.
He killed himself while he did so.
He did what the world expected from him, a seventeen year old student, since the day he survived: he kill Voldemort.
His death could have been prevented, like so many. This day would have never come, if only...
So many students are death, so many teacher, so many good wizards and witches.
Sybil Trelawney is one of them, she died, defending a first year, she is also death. Most of the teachers died defending their charges - but they would have also died if the students had not been there.
Voldemort died because he thought himself invincibly.
No one had though to kill him the way he actually died. No one except Harry Potter. He did not curse Voldemort, he only bound Voldemorts soul to his own - and allowed Voldemort to kill him.
He sacrificed himself for all of us.
The sun is rising over this field of death. I will never forget this night, I will never forget the boy who ended it, smiling at the face of his own death, knowing he would safe those who cared about him. Without him I wouldn't be staying here. No one would be still alive to tell the tale of this remarkable young man who did not think of his own safety when others were concerned.
He had nothing and gave it all.
My lord what a Mornin' By Narcissa
Silently he looked over the once green and friendly looking vast grounds of Hogwarts. Never again, would he be able to picture them as they had been before. Even when once again children would be running laughing and playing around, having nothing to worry about, than not to fail the next test.
It would be a long time before that would happen: The once proud castle of Hogwarts, lay partly in ashes, the Forbidden Forest: mostly burned.
Nothing was as before.
He could not mourn over the losses of this night. It was still to soon, more would die of their wounds in the next few days, more would die, because they had fought for what was right, what they believed in.
What he believed in.
Most of the witches and wizards that had died tonight had died, hoping that their children would be able to live without the evil they themselves had faced - only their children were fighting alongside with their parents, even when they had just started their schooling.
So many had died this night.
The final battle, it had finally come.
Near sunsets the protection-walls broke. There had been no time to evacuate the school, so everyone had stayed. The students were ordered to stay in their common-rooms and allow the teachers to fight.
They had not obeyed their orders.
Surprisingly only six of the students whose parents were Death Eaters had left their classmates to join their parents.
Draco Malfoy had stayed.
"My parents are murderers. I don't like mudbloods, but I will not help to kill them!"
He was the first of the students to fall.
By the hands of his own mother.
As soon as his now lifeless body hit the ground, the battle had started. The students, fought the onslaught with the curses they had learned: a tickling-curse against the Cruciatus, a child against a full grown wizard, an innocent against a mass-murderer.
But the students held till the aurors and most of the parents who were wizards arrived. They were not even able to send the students away to safety. "It is our school, we stay!"
Dennis Creevey fell to defend his beloved school.
He was a muggle born. He was tortured to death.
HE came as the last sunrays faded. HE was laughing. HE did not even look at the people he killed or tortured. No one was able to get near HIM, no curse was able to reach HIM.
HE stood there all the time laughing.
The battle continued the whole night, the burning forest providing the light. The animals had long before joined the battle, siding either with the Dark or with the Light. Most of them are death now, no matter on which side they fought.
The grounds are drenched with blood, the blood of our children, the blood of the aurors and parents who came to defend them - and the blood of the Death Eaters who came to kill.
It will never be the same, so many are death, so many are gone.
HE had not been able to convince the Dementors or Giants to side with him - but neither had we.
The battle had ended as sudden as it had begun. Harry Potter, the boy-who- lived, ended it.
He killed himself while he did so.
He did what the world expected from him, a seventeen year old student, since the day he survived: he kill Voldemort.
His death could have been prevented, like so many. This day would have never come, if only...
So many students are death, so many teacher, so many good wizards and witches.
Sybil Trelawney is one of them, she died, defending a first year, she is also death. Most of the teachers died defending their charges - but they would have also died if the students had not been there.
Voldemort died because he thought himself invincibly.
No one had though to kill him the way he actually died. No one except Harry Potter. He did not curse Voldemort, he only bound Voldemorts soul to his own - and allowed Voldemort to kill him.
He sacrificed himself for all of us.
The sun is rising over this field of death. I will never forget this night, I will never forget the boy who ended it, smiling at the face of his own death, knowing he would safe those who cared about him. Without him I wouldn't be staying here. No one would be still alive to tell the tale of this remarkable young man who did not think of his own safety when others were concerned.
He had nothing and gave it all.