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Gone
Harry looked down at the body of Lord Voldemort. He was dead. As Harry watched, the red glare flickered and died to leave Voldemort's eyes almost human looking, but unmistakably dead. He was gone, it was over, but Harry had not yet raised his wand. How could he have killed him without raising his wand? For it was Harry who would kill the Dark Lord, Dumbledore had told him that two years ago, but how had he done it?
Harry turned around and saw Neville Longbottom standing like a statue, his wand stretched in front of him, eyes wide with shock, a look Harry had only seen from him when Moody's impersonator had cast the Cruciatus Curse on a spider in their fourth year. Dumbledore had been wrong! It was Neville who had been destined to fulfil Professor Trelawney, not Harry!
"Neville?" Harry croaked out, looking at the shaking boy.
Neville's eyes slid from Voldemort's on the floor to Harry, his arm still out stretched.
"He's not dead" he whispered. "I can feel his magic within me; I can feel the hate, the anger, the lust for power! I like it!"
Suddenly Neville jumped into action. He spun around to face Harry and looked him straight in the eye.
"Tell my grandmother I love her," he said, and before Harry could react, Neville turned his wand on himself and cried, "Avada Kedavra!" and crumpled to the floor before Harry's eyes.
Harry just stared at the body of his friend and roommate. He kept on staring, even years later. Seeing the image of the person who gave up his life for the rest of the world everywhere he went. It gave him the strength to reach his full potentials, never taking for granted the special gift one young boy gave up his life to have. He was gone.
Gone
Harry looked down at the body of Lord Voldemort. He was dead. As Harry watched, the red glare flickered and died to leave Voldemort's eyes almost human looking, but unmistakably dead. He was gone, it was over, but Harry had not yet raised his wand. How could he have killed him without raising his wand? For it was Harry who would kill the Dark Lord, Dumbledore had told him that two years ago, but how had he done it?
Harry turned around and saw Neville Longbottom standing like a statue, his wand stretched in front of him, eyes wide with shock, a look Harry had only seen from him when Moody's impersonator had cast the Cruciatus Curse on a spider in their fourth year. Dumbledore had been wrong! It was Neville who had been destined to fulfil Professor Trelawney, not Harry!
"Neville?" Harry croaked out, looking at the shaking boy.
Neville's eyes slid from Voldemort's on the floor to Harry, his arm still out stretched.
"He's not dead" he whispered. "I can feel his magic within me; I can feel the hate, the anger, the lust for power! I like it!"
Suddenly Neville jumped into action. He spun around to face Harry and looked him straight in the eye.
"Tell my grandmother I love her," he said, and before Harry could react, Neville turned his wand on himself and cried, "Avada Kedavra!" and crumpled to the floor before Harry's eyes.
Harry just stared at the body of his friend and roommate. He kept on staring, even years later. Seeing the image of the person who gave up his life for the rest of the world everywhere he went. It gave him the strength to reach his full potentials, never taking for granted the special gift one young boy gave up his life to have. He was gone.