A/N Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. I'm just a poor student.
This is a story without background. It's a single piece.
His final battle
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry looming in the background, impressive as always. The castle was illuminated, spreading confidence. But not for him.
Not anymore.
He stood in the middle of the large battle field. Bodies surrounding him everywhere.
Blood.
Blood was all over the place and on him. He stood in it, his uniform was full of it. He had it on his hands, his face. In his hair. But it wasn't his. It was the teachers', Students', Aurors', Unspeakable, Witches' and Wizards'… former schoolmates', friends' and…and his brothers'.
All of them were fighting. Fighting for their lives, their future, their loves, family and their children. But they lost. They paid it with their lives.
And he?
He was alive.
Why, he didn't know. He lost everything worth living for in the last five hours. Five hours that changed his life to the worst.
He lost his brother, his soul mate… his twin… George. George is dead and she was too. He saw it in the distance. The spell hit her full force, she was protecting their little girl. She died a hero's death. She died in battle, protecting their little daughter. When, he saw her fall he tried to get to his baby girl, protecting her, but he was too late. She curled up next to her mother and 'he' just laughed evilly and spoke the two words that made his live a living hell…
The battle was over for now. They didn't win. No side did. They had many losses on both sides. He felt empty and hurt. Like a part of him was missing. It hurt so much, so much that it was hard to breathe. Hard to see. His vision blurred. Tears filled his eyes.
Then he saw them…