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Blood streams down her face in little rivulets and pools on the floor. She is lying still; too still for comfort.

Get Up! I think with all the mental capabilities I have. I'm weary beyond belief and my body is bruised and battered, but still whole. Only she has suffered blood loss. Only she is lying on the floor, too still and too white for comfort.

Move! I try to tell my feet, I know I can't stay here for long. But she has been with me since the beginning. I can't just leave her here. I won't just leave her here. In all the trials and all the pain she endured it all with me. How can I abandon her now? When it looks like this might be…

Hide! The word is yelled from a distance, I can't see from where. I don't know if it's friend or foe telling me what to do, but hide I must, and I have to get her away from this. Praying that I don't injure her further, I pick her up and round the corner. There is a small inlet up ahead partially obscured. It's a good a place as any.

Silence. The world has stopped, if only for a moment. I take this chance to look at her. She's not doing good. I don't know where she's bleeding from, or how to treat her with just the clothes on my back.

Boom! The crash echo's all around and plaster from above rains down as she gives a strangled kind of sob. I look down at her bloody face and our eyes meet. She's conscious. She's screaming.

Shh. I try to soothe and quiet her, sure we will be found if she doesn't. She gulps big breaths of air and motions to be lowered to the floor. I prop her up against the wall of this hidden alcove, a blessing in this time of war. She winces at the pain and presses a hand to her side.

Blood. Her hand comes away bloody and I can see in her eyes that it's not good. She's pale, more so than I've ever seen her. This is bad. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my thoughts before I utterly and completely lose my mind.

Tears. Running down her face, mixing with blood. Her blood. I can't take it. She's crying. I've held it together for so long. Her tears are my undoing. I sob openly and hold her close to my chest. I can't do this anymore, I don't want to exist anymore.

Whispers. Her voice in my ear, telling me it will be alright. That I have to be strong now. That I have to keep moving or I'll be found. I don't like the tone in her voice, the grim set of her mouth. She can't give up now. I can't give up now.

Voices. Close. Too close to our hiding spot, yet too far to make out who it is. I'm afraid. She's afraid. I hug her for the last time. The lights are fading out of her eyes and her breathing slows. She looks at me, and then her face is still.

Gone. She's gone and I can't breathe. She's gone and there are voices outside. I reach out and kiss her forehead. For the last time. Her eyes, once beautiful and full of laughter, are now blank.

Blank. My mind goes blank as I stand and draw my wand. Ready to avenge this death. Her death. I take a deep breath and step out from the confines of our resting place and round on the masked figures. Both spring to action. Lights flying every which way.

Pain. In my entire body. It hurts everywhere. How can there be so much pain? My heart is beating erratically and I can't catch my breath. I fall to the floor and my hand loosens its grip on my wand. I manage to tilt my head towards the alcove. Knowing that soon, I'll be with her again.

Footsteps.

One.

Two.

Three.

The end.


AN/ I wrote this one shot with the intention of having two ambiguous characters, mostly because I wanted the reader to be able to insert their favorite pairing (whatever that pairing may be) and have them read the story with that pairing in mind. I didn't have any two particular people in mind, but I'm curious to see who you guys thought this story was about. If you want, leave a comment with the pairing!