Disclaimer- All rights go to J.K Rowling, all but my own character.
Sara had always admired courage; especially when someone went in knowing the danger, knowing they could die, but doing it anyway. It was already a widely known fact, but this was just one of the many reasons why she loved Harry Potter. He was the greatest friend that anyone could possibly ask for. He was kind, loving and gentle- who would go to end of the earth and back for you if you were in danger. However, his is a tortured soul- scarred by all the nightmares of his past. The death of Cedric lost him his innocence, and then death of his Godfather truly lost him his youth. He was one of the many children of war who had had to grow up to fast. I love him anyway; nothing is going to change that. Even through all this, the heartbreak and the triumph, he still manages to cry with us, to laugh with us and still be exactly the same as he always was.
It was in the in the Gryffindor Common room that I was going to be meeting him today.
"Hey Sara" he said. "There's a Hogsmeade weekend coming up would you like to go? Christmas holidays and all"
"Sure" I replied quickly. "We can go to the Three Broomsticks; I haven't been there since last year"
So as the day of the Hogsmeade trip dawned, the castle and its residents woke to find a thick blanket of snow had fallen across the grounds. It had turned into a wonderland out there- I was a little gladder that I my favourite green eyed hero keep me warm.
At eleven O'clock we descended the castle steps, snow still falling thick and fast and trudged down the long winding path towards the village. We slipped and wobbled all the way down to village, clinging on to each other for dear life, but still laughing all the way.
After a brief walk around the village and shops, together we declared it far too cold to remain outside and entered the Three Broomsticks to grab a Butterbeer. It was at this time that we heard it. The voice of the man that made blood run cold, the man that made every man, women and child tremor in fear, he had breached Hogsmeade along with his Death Eaters. The one voice that all people knew meant death- that much was virtually inevitable.
"Well, what do we have here, itty bitty baby Potter and his mudblood friend" Voldemort taunted us.
They were here for school, everyone knew it. My Harry would just be the icing on the cake for him. People ran and shrieked in terror, diving behind cover and cowering in fear at the earliest opportunity. Nobody would stand in his way, not unless they wanted to die a painful death- Well, everybody except Harry. "Sara," he shouted above the noise of the screaming people. "Grab as many people as you can and go, get Dumbledore"
"Harry," I screamed. "No, not without-
"Sarah!" he cut me off, "I love you, now go"
But I couldn't move, I could do little more than watch in terror as he raced up the hill towards Voldemort. I knew the ending, and it wasn't a happy one. He had done this so many times, yet he still blindly refused help, preferring to fight alone. This being something he blamed time and time and time again on his upbringing. He did nothing but fought for the greater good. I can feel it, this will be his last fight, and the last time I see my love alive.
I turned and looked away, unable to watch. "Your destiny must be fulfilled" I whispered to myself. "The prophecy completed. I can do nothing; nothing but live on in the knowledge that you are a hero, and that I love you.
As I leave the scene I think, "There he goes, our hopes, our dreams, good luck Harry- fight well, fight hard. I do not want to but I must leave, do as you say, I will not let you down. Not ever."
Then in the corner of my eye I see it- Not just my hopes, my dreams and love, but everyone's, all gone in a flash of green light.
I know I will have just two regrets from this day. One- I never kissed the boy I love. Two- I never told him that I loved him back.
