Unknown Solider

You have been living the same day over and over again since you were eleven years old. Nothing substantial has ever changed the whole time you've been attending this school. You've slept in the same bed, had the same teachers, talked to the same friends, nothing has ever been exciting, and you live a pretty mundane life.

But that was before. Now everything is wring, your not eleven anymore, you're a fully grown adult. Your seventeen years old. You don't feel gown up. You're not any wiser, mature or taller than you were a year ago, but that doesn't matter. Nothing matters except for making it through the rest of the school year, because maybe when you leave these murder-tainted walls you won't be so afraid anymore.

You wake up in the same dormitory you've been sleeping in for what seems like your whole life. Nothing out of the ordinary is going to happen today. You'll go to class, keep quite, unnoticed; you'll survive the day and go back to bed. You never thought that today would be the day that will haunt you for the rest of your life.

Sooner than you realize your in the great hall, not in your bed where you should be. People are shouting, coming and going through those big oak doors. "It's here… It's now…" you here people whisper. Someone is giving orders but you don't listen. You can't listen. You are not a solider, not a fighter. You never were that good at defense spells or jinxes. You don't even know why you're standing there, and just for a second you think about joining the younger students and flew to safety.

But you don't. Because you know that you need to stay, to fight, to right all the wrongs you have seen in the past year but have done nothing about.

Then it starts. No whistle, no one shouting the word go. It just happens and now you are running for your life regretting that you never tried out for quidditch, never asked your crush out on a date, never got high marks in potions, never dyed your hair some outrageous color you knew you mum would hate, never told your younger sibling good-bye.

Then everything goes quite. Still. Unmoving. You can here everyone inhale and exhale. You feel numb. He is dead. The boy is dead. The giant carries him in and it hits you.

It hits you how tiny he looks, how innocent. You realize he never had a chance, because he was no older than you and how could everyone put faith into a seventeen-year-old kid? You never knew him. Sure he was in your year, you even had a couple of classes with him. But you were in different houses, had a different circle of friends. You can't remember if you even said hello to the kid before, and you regret. Your regret because it finally hits you that he was no more intelligent, powerful or great than you are. You both after all are only seventeen.

Then it seems just as soon as it got so still you were afraid you would all turn into stone the battle starts again with a yell. You are more passionate than you were before, you no that all hope for success is gone but it doesn't matter. You'll try your hardest anyway.

You're face to face with a man, a real grown-up. The stranger mutters something and you realize their arm is extended directly at your chest.

The last thing you remember before your body hits the ground and you close your eyes for the last time is that this morning you woke and thought it was just going to be a normal day.