Guys this is for My friend...she loves these stupid
lovey saddy stories...yeah she's is wacked! I dont
own harry potter...wish i did though...
She glanced around the ground, looking for any sign of a living being. All she could see on the Hogwart's grounds were dead bodies. Tears were swelling in her eyes, threatening to fall. Her large auburn was filled with emotions, despair, angst, sadness. She looked around her familiar surroundings, taking in
bodies, the burnt trees, the rubble of the majestic Hogwarts. Her eyes immediately went to the old tree, the amazing trio's old tree. It stood proud and tall, even against the dreary surroundings. It mocked her; it lived when no one else did. And then the tears fell, streaming down her cheek it rushed down on her
bloody shirt. She walked through the field of bodies, praying each time that the person was alive. God teased her; He never answered her sobs and prayers.
She saw Harry; he was on the rubble of the Astronomy Tower. He had killed Voldemort, but what difference did it make, everyone was dead. She gently lifted his head on her own lap. Her tears fell faster, rushed down her own face falling on Harry's. His hair had parted in the middle of his forehead, relieving the
thin lightning bolt. Her brown eyes shed even more tears, falling on Harry's scar it seemed to glow. His glasses were cracked. She smiled slightly; he never did learn the spell. Fixing his glasses, she laid his head back and on the ground. She slowly got up, she walked past Harry and into the mass amount of
bodies.
As she was closer she gave a gasp, a vivid red head lay in the ground. She walked faster until she broke out into a run. She sucked her breath in when she saw Ron on the ground. And then she completely broke down.
She sank back down to the earth. She lifted Ron's head and set it on her lap. She sat quietly stroking his hair. She gently ran her hand over his eyes, closing
them. As soon as she shut his eyes she regretted it; she missed the bright blue eyes. She dared him to open it, she dared him to defy death as he defied everything else. She loved him, she always had. She lay her head down on his chest. Breathing slowly, favoring his smell. She ran her hand over his chest, she felt a sharp point. She slid her hands in his robe and pulled out a silver dagger. It was a gorgeous handmade dagger. She was surprised at the power it held.
She fingered the silver dagger, the rubies on it glimmered even in the rain, it taunted and teased her. She ran the dagger over her arm making a slit. She then wiped her blood on the bloody wounds that covered Ron. See, she thought to herself, we even have the same blood. Red and Magical. HE had always thought she was to good for him. She lifted the tainted dagger. It mocked her, and tortured her. The blood on the dagger was it's first dose, it now craved the blood, it asked for more, it needed it. She glanced up into the rain, the drops fell on her face, mingling with her tears. She rain the dagger lightly over her heart, making sure no to quench its thirst. She had no reason to live, no one was alive. The world she once new had come to an end. And the person she had loved was no longer there. She thought to herself, "It's called a crush for a reason, it's meant to hurt."
Thanks so much to Anna who gave me WONDERFUL constructive criticism and I made it better! I hope you enjoy it now. The criticism really helped!
WOW OK that was a horrible story..but if u like
it..REVIEW!