A Harry Potter One-Shot
A.N: I guess you could say that I'm being weird by doing this but my great-grand-mother was in the hospital but we don't know what's wrong… So I guess you could say that I'm being morbid, but *shrugs* whatever…So here I am the amazing Creativewriter202 here to offer you a one-shot I know weird right my first published was a one-shot and told myself that writing one-shots was giving up on a good story in the process of being built. But here I am… again. *sigh* lolz.
Disclaimer: I'm a California girl named Camille, and I'm not a British woman named J.K. Rowling, so obviously I do NOT own Harry Potter no matter how much I beg Santa! ;D
Spoilers! Oh gosh! I didn't think of this until right before I published this so I'm sorry if I piss anyone off. Harry Potter book 7. The ending not the "end-end" but before that end. When Harry is fighting the epic battle and just decides to go out and let Voldemort kill him… D':
Hermione's POV
I was in shock, "HARRY," I screamed, I was scared, I couldn't believe that harry the boy I grew up with was like that laying in Hagrid's arms like that. He looked so small. He looked peaceful, though, like he was finally really proud of something that he did. Voldemort slithered in behind Hagrid, there was no other word but "slithered". Yet somehow even that lost its meaning watching the glee on his face as he watched the limp body within the grasp of the sobbing half-giant. He was gleeful, the bastard.
"Harry, NOOO!" I watched people turn to my screams, some gasping, most crying, a couple throwing up. But none looked as broken as Ron, from the first day on the train I had never seen the boy cry, I don't think he ever had not even when George lost his ear. He had stood there with a mournful expression on his face, but no tears had fallen.
But now tears were gushing down his face, "Harry?" he whispered to the body of the boy we had both put time and effort into, so that he would trust, so the wounds the Dursleys had caused, both physically and emotionally, could heal.
"HARRY!" he screamed now fear and pain and depression laced his voice with the agony we all felt. What's going to happen now? I wondered fleetingly. All of a sudden he started to move Harry's body was moving. Was Voldemort trying to make him an Infeir? Merlin NOO!
Word Count: 250 words
This is a 250 word drabble my friend dared me to do I's basically when everyone thinks Harry's dead HG:POV