"I shall kill the spare." Hissed a horrible voice. Almost immediately a light sprung from the sickly bundle in the man arms. It was like green lightning, arcing through the air with little rhyme or reason but still, racing on its course. On its indomitable course to strike me. I knew I should Move, get out of the way, pull my wand and prepare to fight for my life and his. It's not like I didn't know what the lightning ment. Although I'd never seen it for myself it seemed it would be hard not to recognize the killing curse. But I am no Gryffindor. I am not the Bravest of the Brave. I was stuck still be fear.

And the curse struck…

…

…

…

But not its target.

No that would have been mercy,

That would have been what was right.

What was fair.

It hit something precious,

Something undeniably good.

Better and more important then I could ever be.

And before my eyes,

Harry Potter fell dead to the ground.

A horrified scream bubbled in my chest then tore at my throat, drying it, burning it, tearing it to shreds then escaping my mouth strangled and scarred.

My knees give way to gravity and I fall, my palms striking the ground as to remain upright.

Slowly, so painfully slow, I crawled forward.

Sobbing,

Burning.

Begging for him to Laugh,

wake up,

move,

speak,

anything,

just please Harry,

Please,

Live.

Reaching Harry I turn him over and look at his perfect face,

But it isn't right.

He's pale.

Cold.

His Glasses are missing and staring eyes lack mischief and humor and even fear.

They lack every thing because they are blank,

Dull,

lifeless.

I close his eyes with a dirty shaking hand

It looks like he's sleeping.

Peaceful.

How can he be?

He's just been murdered.

With that I look up, I wish I could say I was brave, I wish I could say there was a raging fire burning deep in my soul consuming my thoughts and filling me with rage, or some other righteous, brave, bullshit.

All I wanted was to hold Harry.

All I've ever wanted was to hold Harry.

And as I was dragged away from the only thing I've ever loved.

From the only goddamn person in my entire life that has loved me fully and demanded nothing but the same in return.

As I was dragged away from my soulmate.

I realized I never would again.

What they did to me?

Truthfully I have no idea. I didn't try to fight or argue, I didn't beg for my life, I didn't even pay attention.

What was the point?

I would have preferred to join Harry anyways.

After all

What use is seeing without the sight of his emerald green eyes alight with mischief?

What was feeling without the touch of his soft lips on mine?

Why have emotion when every thought every breath every tear led back to the body covered in red black and gold and topped with unruly raven hair, that was rapidly cooling before my eyes?

So close,

So so very close,

Yet forevermore out of my reach.

I didn't even register the cut profusely bleeding on my arm until my vision became splotchy in response as focused as I was on Harry.

So I said his name wanting it to be the last thing on my tongue it was bittersweet. I was ready now.

Ready for death.

But then came the most beautiful sight to ever grace these so very unworthy eyes.

Movement

Glorious movement

Spellfire,

My eyes closed and as if I had eye lashes of lead I couldn't force them to reopen.

I felt warm fingers caress my cheek,

Soft lips press slow but firm to mine,

Cool metal against my finger tips,

And a violent tug behind my navel.

Then all I knew was black.

AN

No major updates just some spelling and grammar errors. Content remains the same. sorry to those of you expecting a new chapter, you'll have to wait a little longer for that. I should, hopefully, have it up in the next few days.