A/N 4.12.13: I just feel like this is just a bunch of words. No really haha.
I do want to specially thank to reveiwers of this, though. They really encouraged me to keep on going :) YOU GUYS are amazing, thanks :D
Here's Free, written in the days of Amanda Katrice Granger...enjoy!
Inspired by the scene in the last movie when Hermione and Ron were at the bottom of the steps while Harry is in the Forbidden Forest.
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Free
As he sat there by her side, all he could do is wonder.
He had no clue how this would end, no clue what it would be like after that night. The only thing he was sure of was that it wouldn't be the same.
The blue-eyed one heard the brown-eyed one sniffle, and hugged her closer. He was feeling so many emotions, but he couldn't name any of them.
They were all some kind of sadness- but it gnawed at him more. It was the feeling of knowing that nothing else could be done. Yet he thought of a thousand reasons. But he couldn't scream them like he wanted to. Something prevented him from speaking.
The girl must have had different feelings, because she was able to speak.
"He was brave," the girl close to him whispered, holding back a sob. "If he was given another chance to do it again, he would do the same thing."
All he could do was nod. It still seemed unreal: his best mate was off in the woods, literally sacrificing himself so that everyone could live. She was right. He was brave. Extremely, incredibly brave.
The goodbye was the worst. It pained the two to say goodbye to the Chosen One, knowing that they'll never see the boy that changed their lives.
It was...beyond words.
The fighting had ceased for minutes now, as there was no one to fight with. All of the injured were in the Great Hall, hoping that they'll make it through the night unlike wizards laying next to them who didn't have a chance.
Some would have thought that it would be easier to be in the Great Hall, where literally all that was left of the school was. One would have figured there's support.
But ginger-haired boy knew the best place to be was there. Alone. Together. Free to think.
The boy and girl always knew this was going to happen. Maybe they didn't know how it would happen or whenit would happen. That's why the goodbye was so bad- it was too sudden.
But the one thing they did know was that someone they loved would be lost.
So, in a way, they felt easier, better. Not that they enjoyed knowing this. But they felt some sort of closure.
It sounds cruel. And they're not cruel.
But they felt freer.
Yet both of them looked back every now and then in great hopes to see the lightning-bolt scar.
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