Love's Hate

Love was the key to defeating Voldemort. But not what you'd expect. I wasn't in the middle of a dual with him when I realised how much I love my friends, by dead family, this world, then get some special power and ended the rain of terror. No, that's just what happens in fairytales. Good wins the evil and everyone lives happily ever after. The truth is far from it. How could I live happily after everything, being forced to watch as they tortured and killed my best friend. They had started slowly, taunting Ron, trying to break him, but he was stronger than that, stronger than them, he refused to scream as they dug a scolding knife into his skin, tearing away his flesh little by little, having him under the Cruciatus until it almost drove him into insanity.

Hermione didn't cry as they raped and violated her body, she spoke vengeance on them then the Avada Kedavra finally came, after weeks of starvation, rape, pain and torture.

And then there was her. He killed her, right on the battlefield, right in front of me, he wanted to break me, but it had a reverse affect. She didn't scream, didn't shed a single tear, she just looked at me, my eyes, looked into my soul. Love. She wasn't scarred, she loved me, I loved, love, her. That was 'The power the Dark Lord knows not'. Not love, but the loss of love. While in love you think it'll last forever, that nothing could break it. Death isn't a thought, or maybe it's just not a big deal, you think that you'll be with them again, that everything will work out for the best. But when it happens, when your love dies, it hits so hard. There is all the 'what ifs' what if she was stood a little farther away, want if she had arrived just three minutes later, always what if.

That is how it ended, the loss of love, the look in her eyes just before the end. She understood before me, understood what her death meant. Her eyes held no sorrow, no pain, just an undying love.

He threw her body so carelessly to the side, and it filled me, it filled me with love's hate.

Right then I hated love, I hated the pain it caused, he had to feel it to, the love, how painful death's love is.

And so he did.

I made him feel my love for her first, how happy she made me feel inside, how my heart warmed just looking at her, the soft feel of her hair tickling my cheek as we kissed. The warmth which spread threw my entire being with just a touch from her lips.

I looked into his cold red eyes then. He was feeling the same, he was in love.

Then I ripped it all away, I filled him with pure hate, I killed all love, I turned all of the memories I had given him of her into pain, replayed him killing her over again and again.

And then I ripped out the last part of his soul.

I watched as he fell screaming to her ground, next to Ginny's stiff body. I watched as he yelled insanity, as his body crumbled to the ground, as he slumped, falling gracefully, as he twitched on the ground. I watched as his movements stopped completely, and I smiled. "That's love."