Harry Potter: An Eerie Beauty

Ron and Hermione were still on their feet. Harry knew they would be next. Neville, Luna and Ginny were moaning on the ground. Voldemort raised his wand, a smirk forming on his white, snake-like face. A jet of green light blasted from his wand. Harry gave a cry as he threw himself to his feet and dove in front of his two best friends. The curse struck Harry directly in the chest.

"NO!"

Harry hit the ground. Hermione knelt down, hand in Harry's jet-black hair, stroking it, hoping it would revive him. But Harry was fighting the curse. He looked into Hermione's eyes, which were blinded by tears. Hermione gasped as she thought he smiled.

"Harry?"

His hand went limp in her grasp. His eyes were fading. The softly beating heart ceased.

"Harry?" said Hermione, her voice quavering, "HARRY!? HARRY!?!?"

Hermione fell to the ground at his side, shaking. Ron was staring at Harry, stunned to the spot.

"Ron, don't worry" said Hermione in a high, shaky voice. "He's… he'll be alright."

Ron moaned in despair and fell on the ground beside Hermione.

"HARRY!!"

Ginny dashed over to them. She fell by Harry, holding his head up. His eyes, once full of life and light were now empty and fathomless. Ginny kissed his cold lips, tears spilling from her eyes onto his pale cheek. Neville and Luna were staring at Harry, too stunned to speak, their eyes glistening.

Voldemort laughed. It was the worst laugh anyone had ever heard. No one could have matched its evil.

"It is almost complete" said Voldemort, with no trace of emotion.

He raised his wand and pointed it at Ron, who looked up at Voldemort with his pale blue eyes. His red hair was stuck to his face and tears were falling fast from his eyes, but he looked set, and determined. His eyes were cold, full of beautiful rage that even Voldemort didn't understand as he looked into them. A jet of green light burst from his wand. Ron didn't even blink.
The others watched as the jet of light hit Ron directly in the forehead. Ron cried out in pain as the spell knocked him backward, and the jet of light somehow bounced off him. Voldemort's eyes widened as the jet of light hit him squarely in the chest. He was lifted off his feet, spiraling through the air, and hitting the ground with a soft thump, his red eyes staring blankly into the dark sky. Hermione ran to Ron, who was still moaning on the ground, holding his forehead.

"Let me see it, Ron" she said shakily, hardling believing what had just happened.

She moved Ron's hand to reveal a scar. But this wasn't just any scar. It was shaped like a lightning bolt, and looked strangely familiar. Hermione was too stunned to speak. Instead, she grasped Ron by the shoulders and kissed him. Tears poured from her eyes as she pressed her lips against Ron's. Ron cupped his hand around Hermione's head, returning the kiss, tears falling from his eyes and coming down his nose. They broke apart, both very red in the face. Ginny, Neville and Luna were on their feet, shaking. They weren't sure whether to sob or to rejoice. They simply stood there, shaking. Ron and Hermione could not get off their feet. They were too weak. Soon, Neville, Ginny and Luna had all fallen to their knees, arms outstretched, screaming. A love like this was so unreal for them; that a friend would lay down his life so that they could live. But it is the best kind of love. It is true, it is real. It seemed unreal to them, but sometimes the things that seem unreal are the only things real.
And that's what Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna and Neville learned that night, crying and comforting for what seemed to be an eternity. The graveyard never seemed more eerie and morbid, but it was beautiful.