I'm not sure where to start.
First, after Harry Potter, my true love, killed The Dark Lord with a "Experlliarmus". Harry fell.
He fell to the stony concrete ground and lay there, all the life sapped out of him. You see, when Voldemort killed him beforehand in the Forbidden Forest, he killed the Horcrux in Harry. Unfortunately, the connection between them remained intact. So when Voldermort died, Harry had to die.
But the minute Harry fell to the ground, my heart shattered like a million pieces. I knew he was dead. That moment, I didn't even know how I knew. But the truth is, I knew because he was part of me. Because I loved him.
He was special. Like no other boy.
So when Harry fell to the ground with a thud. The whole great hall ignored Voldemort. All eyes laid on The Chosen One. Ron and Hermione were the first to reach him. His first true friends. They kneeled over him, sobbing uncontrollably. Even Ron, who ever so much as shed a teardrop. This time, he was crying and wailing as well as Hermione.
Then I ran towards him. His true love, he told me when we were dating. I joined Ron and Hermione. Then I felt millions of wizards and witches closing on us. All mourning the death of The Boy Who Lived, The Boy Who Fought, The Boy Who Defeated The Dark Lord.
Although the battle was over and everyone could now live in peace and harmony, nobody ever forgot Harry James Potter.
Especially me, whose world came crashing down when Death reached him.
First fic, probably awful as hell. Please R&R. :)