Too much blood had tainted the soil. Too many people had fallen victims to his putrid selfishness. The wizarding world was plagued with fear, and yet here on the once peaceful grounds of Hogwarts the brave few stood.
The dark lord's followers fighting against the friends of Dumbledore, it seamed as simple as black on white, good vs. bad, but on this hell forsaken battle ground were children involved. Innocents, children… it was a sordid sight.
Yet other students fought against the dark lord, brave clueless Dumbledore's Army. The stench of death was so thick in the air that it was almost unbearable to breathe.
And in the middle of the great hall, they stood, mortal enemies, and everybody heard her gasp.
"Harry!" She almost screamed, hoping, praying that he would hear her. Her heart beating rapidly, unrelentingly in her chest, but she only grew more anxious as the boy moved forward.
She hid behind a pillar, as ghost flowed around her… she recognized the bloody baron, and Sir Nicolas sparing playfully near her, it seamed almost comical. Of course they did not fear that any harm would befall them.
She noticed her mother hovering protectively over Fred's dead corpse, as George spitefully executed his vendetta, wanting nothing more then to kill his brother's murders. The knot tightened in her stomach, nausea delicately moving upwards, but the sickening feeling was replaced by anxiousness once again as her eyes darted back to the raven haired boy.
He stood strait, his face was smooth and calm, almost analytical, then in a flash on green and red, one stood. The boy who could not held his wand in his hand, while Voldemort's body and soul were shattered. And as the head of the snake fell, his body followed. Death Eaters started surrendering in hopes that they could be spared.
And as the Boy turned she lunched herself towards, wrapping her delicate freckled arms around him. Tears covered her face. Never again would Voldemort hurt them, or hunt them down. She wanted to stay with him. She wanted him to tell her what he had done when he left her. She wanted so much, and yet she knew he could grant her so little.
She let go of Harry, and started walking away. She knew he would desire nothing more then to be left alone. How love is strange, it is hurtful. She would not be the first that he would go see, and again her heart broke, but her time would come. She wrestled with the idea of perhaps forgiving him after all he'd been through. She had waited, she had protected Hogwarts from the inside, always hoping for a letter or clue that he was okay.
"Ginny…" As small girl said to her sorrowfully, tugging ever so slightly on her dirty cloak.
It was a first year that had managed to escape from the common room. Ginny recognized her almost instantly. It was the little girl from the woods.
"Emily are you alright?" She asked frightfully, half the child's face was covered by blood and a large scar. She scooped the girl from the floor and rushed her to the nearest place where she could lay the child down and heal her. Thankfully Snape had let her learn a few healing spells when she was in detention.
He had been awfully good to her, for some strange reason.
When Emily was healed, she noticed Fleur and Bill together in a far out corner mourning in each other's arms. Ginny started to feel drowsy and sleep started coming over her. Her body started to become limp. She did not even realize that she had fallen on the floor…
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