AN: Hey. This is my first HP fic, so I hope you like it. Each of them will be written bye a different persons point of view. Then I'll start all aver again. This one will be written with Ginny's point of view. This is a scene in the great hall while Harry is being killed by Voldemort. Review please! That's it. The Orb is out.
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I couldn't believe what I was hearing. They want to leave now? After all the crap we'd been through? After Lupin and Tonks and Fred and countless others had gave their lives for this cause? I looked at Neville and he had the exact same look of repulsion on his face as I was sure I had on mine. I got up on one of the tables.
"You want to go home? You want to leave, after all these people gave their lives to stop Voldemort from taking over the whole freaking world?" I shouted, "So we're out numbered! So we're cornered! So what? So what if the fight isn't fair? So they've got more people with wands! We've got better people behind our wands! I can't stop you people. You can walk away thinking 'We don't need this', but there's something inside all of you that says that we can beat this! I know we can win!"
When I finished, I could see something had changed in every single one of them. I got down from the table and Neville started clapping. Then my family joined in. Then the whole hall was applauding. Then the unthinkable happened.
"Harry Potter is dead!" Voldemort's voice sounded. And that was it. All hope was dying along with our hero, who lying in Hagrid's arms, as limp as a puppet who's strings were cut. It was all over. We had no idea what would happen shortly after.
