Next chapter will be Tom's perspective. ;;
I'm trying something way different for this story, so any advice will be amazing. :)
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Luna's mom once told her that hope was abstract idea and could never be destroyed.
Clearly she had never been to war.
Tonight Luna didn't lose a vessel of hope, she, they all, lost hope itself.
Tonight the world's hope blew away on a green breeze.
Tonight Harry Potter died.
But when it happened Luna did not cry nor did she rush in to fight.
She never feared death and staring it in the face still didn't change that.
Death did not make her cower in fear; no, it just broke her heart.
She closed her eyes; she didn't want to see it.
It was sad.
Much too sad for trivial tears.
So, instead she listened.
A battle cry to her left.
She could hear the spells clashing against each other.
Cutting through the air, with a sickening TWACK.
Hitting against weaken shields, with a heart-stopping TLACK.
An inhuman voice, confident and dark, it melted into her being.
It overwhelmed Luna's senses.
She found herself drowning in a sea of temptation.
She picked up her wand and blindly aimed towards the voice.
This was her temptation, to kill a dark lord while he was preoccupied.
Could she kill someone? Hell, did she even want to?
She opened her eyes.
She couldn't possibly do that.
Explosions on her right, stones falling from the sky.
The wind was on fire; oh god, it hurt.
It hurt so much.
She couldn't stop it, she couldn't stop any of it.
The heat was unbearable.
She lowered her wand.
She wasn't a killer, she would never be one. Not for morality sake; no, it was because she could never hate anyone. Not even Voldemort.
She couldn't bring herself to hate the monster that haunted her friends' nightmares.
Was she really that pathetic?
THUMP.
The fight stopped for a fraction of a second.
The battle froze.
All eyes trained in.
Two leaders of opposite ends.
One finally dead and one standing silently over the body.
A body lay on the bloody stones.
Over him stood a white viper humanized.
Black hair lay on top of his pale head.
Spectacles lay shattered into pieces on the stones.
Leaving forest green eyes to never open again.
Luna stopped breathing.
The world stopped moving.
Their hope was snuffed out.
Harry was dead.
All around the battle resumed, but light's motivation lay dead on the ground.
Light would lose this war.
Even a blind man could see.
Luna snapped her eyes up to the sky.
Even with all this bloodshed the clouds were still there.
The sun was setting.
There was fire all around, creatures tearing apart teenagers, explosions and death.
All this and the sun would still set.
Was hope really lost?
"YOU BASTARDS"
Luna's musing was broken, her focus back on the carnage.
Ronald Weasley was rushing a group of Death Eaters, death written in his features.
He was slain by an unnamed Death Eater.
While, Hermione started to use the death curse instead of her stunners.
She was killed by Bellatrix's wand.
Neville, Minerva, Dean and Seamus burned.
Remus was tore apart by Greyback.
Tonks ran to his side, she was mauled by her husband's killer.
The Weasley twins were hit with curses seconds apart.
They died looking at each other.
It took all of eight minutes.
Eight horrible minutes where Luna's world turned upside down.
Is the hope really that breakable?
She had to trust her mother's words.
Maybe after Luna died, maybe, light would rise again in the shadows.
How ironic.
Maybe Luna should take the future into her own hands.
"Awful things happen to wizards who've meddled with time."
No, Luna should take the past into her own hands.
She stepped forward.
No one stopped her.
No one saw her.
She approached Hermione's body and tugged on her girl's shirt.
Exposed to the world was the bushy headed witch's time turner.
Luna no longer cared about what awful things may happen.
The awful things this dead witch warned her of.
It'd only be ten minutes.
That's all she needed back.
Ten minutes.
She pulled the necklace off her dead friend, her hands strangely steady.
One twist.
Two twists.
Three twists.
"OY, there's one here."
Five twists.
"Stupid bitch, are you crying over the fucking mudblood?"
Eight twists.
"Fuck, its Loony Lovegood."
Ten twists.
Luna looked up and smiled.
Blue met Red across the field.
Voldemort raised his wand and aimed.
Too late.
One tug.
Everything shattered.