Unknown Hero

It's the final battle
Our side is losing,
Or is it? I can't tell.

Shadow that should be still
Moving, writhing,
As if they were alive.

So much pain,
So much death,
Is it really necessary?

I could be fighting my friend or my enemy,
I can't see the difference
Just desperate people fighting for their lives.

Neither side is good,
Neither side is bad,
I see that now.

Each person took the best choice available,
Each side is using unforgivables to survive,
Both sides losing.

Sudden silence, this is it,
Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort facing off,
Avada Kedavra
NO! Our last hope. Dead.

I turn to face the survivor
Avada Kedavra!
I watch him die,
His face a mask of shock.

I feel power flood though me.
I hide my face using a simple spell
I know what I have to do.

I walk among the bodies of the dead,
Searching for survivors from either side.
Each I heal and to each I say three words
It is over

They all ask the same questions and I give them the same answers:

Which side won?
Neither side won.

So the deaths, all the people who died, they died for nothing?
It's called war.

Who ARE you?
Goodbye

Before the night is done I have left the battlefield.
No one noticed me leave,
That was good.

The media won't stop speculation on their
Unknown Hero for weeks
But in the end I'll just be another missing body.

"Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely"

I have power but I'm not corrupt.
I was a mere child who had seen pain and death
I am now the master of past, present and future
Even if they don't know it...

YET!


(mwahahahahahahaha) My first fanfiction. It is a one-shot (obviously). plz R&R