This is a short story I wrote when I was bored. I was watching videos on Youtube and while doing this I thought about what everyone's reactions would be if Harry really had died in Deathly Hollows. That's when I decided to write my thoughts on it for fun. I do not own any of the characters. All characters and plots are property of book author and creator J.K. Rowling.
Chapter One - The Boy Who Lived Is Dead
A flurry of Hogwarts students and staff emerged from the broken remains of what was once the school of witchcraft and wizardry. Neville stepped out over the rubble, followed by Ginny, Ron, George, Molly, Hermione, and Arthur. Neville noticed that Hagrid was carrying what looked like a student. That made him really nervous but he decided not to show it. Ginny noticed this too and her heart began beating rapidly.
''Who's that? That Hagrid's carrying? Neville, who is it?'' Ginny asked, not knowing if Neville would respond. Neville remained silent, as he had now realized who it was. He shook that thought out of his head, hoping it wasn't true. His fears were confirmed when the dark lord known as Voldemort yelled out.
''Harry Potter is dead!'' He shouted in delight.
''No! NO!'' Ginny felt her heart drop as if it were made out of solid rock. She began to run forward, but Arthur put his arm out, stopping his daughter. Voldemort glared at her pathetic attempt.
''Foolish girl! Harry Potter is dead.'' Voldemort smiled and turned to his group of supporting death eaters, repeating the last sentence to them. The group of cloaked witches and wizards laughed in triumph. Ron and Hermione looked to Harry's lifeless body hanging limply in Hagrid's arms. They could feel tears threatening to fall but they stayed strong. Molly felt the same pain as her daughter felt. Harry had been like another son to her. She had done everything in her power to protect him and care for him because she wanted to be the mother he'd never gotten to meet. She felt like she'd lost a second son next to having just lost Fred. George had always looked at Harry as another little brother. George stared at Harry's body for a moment before letting a silent tear slide down his face. At least Harry and Fred would be together in death. Arthur, on the other hand, didn't know what to think. He remembered meeting Harry for the first time as if it were just yesterday instead of five years ago.
The whole school was in shock. Luna looked at her friend sadly. She wished that he could've survived long enough to win the battle. Now that Harry was gone, who knew what would happen to their school and themselves. She noticed Lucius Malfoy motioning for his son to come join him and the rest of the death eaters. Draco stood in front of Luna, a saddened expression on his face. Reluctantly, he stepped out and made his way to his father on the other side of the courtyard. Luna noticed Voldemort whisper something into Draco's ear. Draco looked rather resistant but obeyed.
He turned back towards the direction in which he came and headed, to Luna's horror, towards Ron and Hermione. Ron tried shoving Hermione behind him to protect her but failed, as Draco grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him away from the brunette. Hermione tried backing away from the Slytherin boy but wasn't quick enough. The couple was then thrust before the dark lord. Ginny tried to yank away from her father to help her brother but Arthur wasn't about to lose his only daughter. The school watched as Voldemort approached Harry's best friends. Ron again shoved Hermione behind him. Voldemort chuckled.
''How cute. Weasley's trying to protect his filthy mudblood girlfriend. Isn't that just dear?'' He said in a mock baby voice. Ron gave the dark wizard a look that could kill.
''You're one to talk. You're the one whose lying, telling this lot that you're a pureblood. Your mother was the only magical person in your family. Your father was a muggle!'' Ron snapped. Voldemort was furious at this. He slapped Ron across the face with his wand. The ginger haired boy stumbled back in suprise, landing in a heap with Hermione. Voldemort headed for Hermione but Ron was ready. He yanked his wand from his pocket and yelled a stunning spell at the dark lord. Voldemort stumbled but wasn't fazed by the spell. He glared and in a matter of seconds had Ron by the front collar of his shirt. Ron struggled but could not break free.
''You want to be rude, do you? Well then, you'll have to pay the price.'' Voldemort waved his wand and a deep gash appeared at the top of Ron's arm, emitting fresh blood to flow down. Ron winced but showed no mercy. Voldemort turned to the group of death eaters, along with Draco.
''Take care of Potter's friends. I'll finish up here.'' Lucius grabbed Ron by the sleeve of his shirt while Draco grabbed Hermione by the shoulder. The two friends heard yells and screams from the students and staff as they were pulled away.