Disclaimer :- Okay, so HP & Co aren't mine, in other words I've been reduced to creating my own characters. Who are mine, thankfully.
A/N :- ...To be honest, I wrote this from a combination of guilt (I'll get to that soon), nostalgia from an old fic I had all planned out but never really got round to actually starting :-) and a sprinkling of more guilt. So...yeah, it's...not my best. And I'm calling it a ficlet :)
Dedication ^_^ :- OutCold, because I've been feeling guilty about promising to write and...not :) Also it's thanks to you I've gotten back into FF,
So thanks.
Her footsteps echoed throughout the deserted corridor, a steady rhythm amongst the carnage of the castle, broken only as she jumped over a piece of debris or paused to catch her breath. Shards of shattered glass lay glinting in the dawn, sunlight shining upon each shard - a tiny heart of fire burning within their depths. Molly ignored the glass as she sprinted through it however, feeling it crunch underfoot as each shard shattered once more, an endless cycle of destruction.
But still Molly ran.
Hogwarts was unrecognisable to Molly's eyes as they took in her deserted surroundings; fires were only just beginning to die down, still untameable and deadly. Light from the sun shone through cracks and holes in the wall, a pleasant, golden light, completely at peace with the world.
And still Molly ran.
There was nothing more important in the world at that point in time than reaching the Great Hall, because he would be there, if he was still alive or...not, he'd be there. Molly had missed the majority of the fight. Ten minutes in she had felt a wand tip gently prod her in the back and then suddenly, nothing. She had woken up as a great shout echoed through every corridor, every voice united in joy.
And still Molly ran.
Her thoughts had taken her to the Entrance Hall, where the odd person was walking in and out of the Great Hall, some looking like the embodiment of happiness, but it was the people who had a broken look about them that caused Molly to feel a great jolt through her insides as fear took its place inside her. There were so many people who had lost someone, so many people who knew the fates of their loved ones. But was this not worse? Would people not prefer to know for certain, rather than not? Would she herself not prefer to know? ...What if he really was...
Molly stopped.
One hand rested on the great doors that would open out into the Great Hall, poised to open it. The other hung limply at her side as she stared at the ornately carved door, her heart urging her to open it while her mind froze in fear, asking her what would happen if the worst had occurred, if she opened the door to see her best friend lying in a neat row beside countless others. Her heart spoke up however, urging Molly to push the door, she would never find out if she stood like this forever, would she? And that was all Molly needed. This wasn't a choice, this wasn't a decision.
It was simply something Molly had to do.
Because it was time to put aside her fears and accept fate as it came. Molly's hand clenched into a fist suddenly as she set her teeth, pushing the door open, determination by her side.
And Alex would be on the other side no matter what.