Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine. Wish they were. Just as a warning; the fic is sorta confusing. Don't expect it to make sense. Reviews welcome as always.

Clock Strikes

Tick-tock, tock-tick. Clock strikes midnight.

Pale hand ghosts across engraved names, softly, softly, oh-so softly.

Goodbye Ginny Weasley, goodbye Hannah Abbott. Red and blonde, laughing eyes. Red and gold, yellow and black, true. Smiling memories. Goodbye.

Goodbye Seamus Finnigan, goodbye Blaise Zabini. Jokes and sneers, rum and fine white wine. Twist me, touch me, feel me, love you. Bittersweet, kiss to their names. Goodbye.

Hermione Granger, Millicent Bulstrode, Padma Patil, Ernest Macmillan, Cho Chang, Dennis Creevey. So many names, too many dead. Damn the war, damn the monster. It's over now.

Tick-tock, tock-tick. Black-haired boy walks away.