In Death's Embrace
I was dying. I always knew that I was going to die in this war, I just didn't that it was going to be this painful yet so good feeling. I was raised to hate him, taught that he our enemy. I never believed Draco, my parents, or even Lord Voldermort. I loved him, his black messy hair, and his sexy scar. Whenever he and I were together, I would get lost gazing into his emerald green eye.
We talked about spending the rest of our lives together. He and I were going have a small cottage somewhere in the mountain with a small, white picket fence. We would have 4 children, 2 boys and 2 girls. That vision of our future together gave both of us hope from a destiny that boded ill for the both of us. Hope that I could escape the chains and bondage of heritage and blood status that held me to a life of pain and misery. It gave him hope that he could break the chains of fate and destiny that stole his childhood and that prevented his from living a normal life.
The vision that was now shattered, thanks to Voldermort. I lie on the ground, two large holes in my bloody blouse, marking where the snake had pierced my flesh with it sharp, dagger like fangs. One of its fangs had punctured my left lung. Harry trying was to save me. This time he wasn't going to be able to save me, like he had all those times before. He knew it, but he could accept it. Hermione was trying to heal my wounds, but soon gave up, realizing that I was beyond saving. There were tears running down her face. I felt myself going cold, death slowly starting to embrace my weak, bloody and torn body.
Harry started to plead with her, begging her to continue trying to save me, though he knew that I was doomed to die soon. He blamed himself for my situation. He always blamed himself whenever someone close to him died or was injured. She just looked away, tears in her, knowing that I was dying and nothing could save me. I looked up in it his eyes and gave his a weak smile. As my body was going numb and as my vision was blurring, I placed my hand on his heart "It's going to be ok, I'll always be with you" I whispered to him. Then my world went black and my spirit and soul were no longer one with my body.