THE LAST ONE
I saw them fallen, one by one, all have fallen dead.
All by the hand of deatheaters, otherwise by werewolves or vampires.
Some where brave enough to stand before the dark lord.
Still they all felt.
Now only I am the last one, the last one of the light side.
I, Hermione granger stand now before the dark lord, bleeding, defenseless and waiting for my dead, so I can join the others.
I know I will die tonight and yet I'm not afraid.
I stand with my head high, proud of myself, proud of who I am and
Proud to be a muggleborn.
I dare to look into the eyes of man, no murderer, who caused
All of this.
Blood red eyes are looking at me with hatred.
His wand in his hand and when he lifts it, I hear him whisper softly but still
Hearable "the last one".
He gave me one last look before he smirks at me and throws the killing curse at me.
Green light surrenders me and everything before my eyes went black.
When I open my eyes there is a bright light and Harry is standing beside me.
With a smile on his face he grabs my hand en says how proud he is.
And together we walk true a beautiful gate, walking to the rest of all the ones who
Have scarifies there life's and then I know … I'm home
The end.