"Harry! NO!"
The scream echoed through the entire forest. She violently struggled against the Death Eaters that trapped her, willing him silently to move, to prove to her and the rest of them that he was still breathing. She screamed for him once more when she was hit with the Curciatus curse. She slumped helplessly from the pain. He can't be dead… oh Merlin, don't let him be dead. Her eyes followed Narcissia Malfoy as she moved towards his immobile form. The part of her heart, her soul that belonged to him held onto a small glimmer of hope that Harry was breathing, that he lived. But she felt it fading quickly with every second he did not get up and continue to fight.
"He is dead."
The shock that ran through her bones caused her to fall to her knees and the tears that she had held back for the past several months all streamed down her cheeks. She silently mourned for her family that had been torn apart with the war, the loss of those who fell during the battle that continued at the school, and now the death of The Boy Who Lived, the man she loved.
It hurt to think that she would never be breathless from his smile, or suppress the butterflies that would form when they kissed. Their future together suddenly became a dream that would never be for the man she loves was dead. She knew she would never love anyone else, for her heart was with Harry James Potter, and he would want her to continue to fight against Voldemort.
Charlotte Bennett wiped the tears from her cheeks and rose to feet. She would continue to fight for the sake of her family, her friends, and Harry and like the phoenix; she would rise from the ashes once more.