You never knew that one look could hurt you so badly. That one glance could tear your heart out, and stomp on it. That one gaze could make you want to die. But it can. And your world stops as your eyes fall onto his body, limp and vulnerable. He's dead. And you want to be too. But you can't. He died for a cause, and now you have to finish what he started. And you hear screaming, and you realize that that's you. That horrible, awful sound is you. You hear screaming and crying and wailing, and you just want it to stop. And you try to run out to him, but somebody's holding you back. And you want to hold him, to kiss him one more time, to revive him and have one more shot. One. More. Chance. To hold him, and marry him, and have three children, named after the people you love most. That one chance. And it's all slipping. And you look over at Ron and Hermione, and you realize that they had no idea. That he slipped out into the forest to meet them because he's so damn noble, and you wish he hadn't been. But it's too late. And as you realize that Neville's been talking, he's disappeared. His body's gone. And you feel a shred of hope, and rush into battle. And suddenly, he's there, alive. And suddenly, you're complete again.