Harry stood alone in a field of corpses; the only thing he could hear was his own heavy breathing. He looked once again down on Voldemort's dead body and then glanced over the battlefield; there were so many people that he cared for lying here dead, along with people that he couldn't think a better end for. He wiped the blood and grime of his blades and started to walk.
After what seemed like an eternity he came to "The Order of the Phoenix's" field bunker, he sighed with relief. He had come back alive from the fight, just like he promised Christie. They were going to live their lives, away from everything that had anything with darkness, they were going to be happy. He went over to the entrance of the bunker and opened the blast door, he went down until he reached the room that he and Christie shared, and entered. 'What the fuck?' Christie wasn't there. Harry felt the panic creeping over him as he thought ' She wasn't supposed to join the battle!! She was supposed to stay here until I returned!! We were going to survive this war! '
He sprinted out of the bunker and onto the field. The only thing he could feel was death, no sign of life within twenty miles. ' NO ' he mouthed. Running into the field he started a frenzied search among the dead bodies for Christie.
The hours that he searched fleet like days, when he turned over bodies to see both friends and enemies, until he found her, lying all alone on a spot free from corpses. Her hair still shone, with the beautiful ruby colour that he loved, her face still held that lovely mocha tone, but her blue eyes were empty and dull. Harry felt for a pulse but she was dead. He stroked her cheek and sat down with his arms around her, weeping. He still felt the tears rolling down his cheeks as he lifted his one true love up in his arms and howled into the on creeping dawn. A long and cold howl that was a symbol for the pain that he felt in his heart.
A week later Harry stood on the top a cliff, facing the sundown. He held Christie against his chest, looking down at the black dress she was wearing and chuckled at the way she used to say that you should always dress your best for all occasions. He himself stayed true to her favourite saying and was wearing a tux. He thought of all the good times they had together ever since the start of the hunt for Horcruxes. The first time they kissed, the time when he had suffered from massive blood lost and proposed to her in a drunken manner, the long nights when they planned the wedding, How they argued about when they where supposed to have the wedding. Harry felt that the best moments of his life were those he spent with Christie. He looked down on his love and kissed her lips one last time and with that he jumped…