I don't own the Harry Potter series.
The 2nd of May, 1998. She knew why she kept repeating the date to herself on that day. She knew why and she couldn't stop it. 2nd May, 1998. Things were broken; destroyed, they'd never be the same. You can't un-see things you've seen, and those words never rung truer to the thin 6th year girl.
She was casting spells that she didn't know; ones that she was hearing the other fighters around her scream. She watches people fall to the ground in pain around her. She can't help them. She can't stop to help them and she knows it.
In what seems like a different dimension, an odd sort of calm falls upon the adults, the kids; the people that are left from the battle. To her, everyone seems to be completely still for only seconds before a chaotic rush breaks out. Screams ring through her ears, tears fill her eyes. It's over. The worst of it has to be over. Around her is the remains of the place she spent the last 5 years.
Is this the place she used to love?
It was crumbled. Hogwarts had crumbled; been destroyed. She stands in the wake of devastation; she's cold and feels lost in her desperation. She hears people whispering around her. He's dead. The dark lord's dead. The 2nd of May, 1998 is the day the Dark Lord died and the day her only big sister turned 17. Where is she? Where's her sister?
Quietly, she looks around. A boy she never spoke to but knew all about was crouched above his brother, crying with his family. She recognised the boy they were leaning over as one of the Weasley twins. It was Fred, she was sure.
"Come with me," A boy grabs her arm. A boy her sister is friends with. She recognises him but doesn't speak. All she needs is her sister; she hasn't given her her birthday present yet. "You're bleeding" He tells her and she shakes her head, wiping her forehead where the blood was running down. She doesn't care. "It's bad. You'll need to get it fixed." He continues, his voice cracking slightly.
"Where is she?" She asks him quietly and he looks straight ahead.
She walks across the rocky ground, feeling like the more she walks, the further her sister is. Why is she lying on the ground? Why are there people crying? It's her birthday. 2nd May, 1998. She feels in her pocket, pulling out the silver charm bracelet that is her sister's birthday present. She knows how much her sister wants one. As she finally reaches her sister, the people around them slowly walk away, including the boy that led her here.
"Happy Birthday," She whispers quietly, her eyes full of tears. "Happy Birthday" She repeats when she receives no answer. "Sissy, Happy Birthday! Why aren't you answering me? It's over. The battle's over, we can go; let's go home to Mum and Dad now. Please, let's go" She begs as she looks into her sisters eyes. The blue sparkle that was once in them was gone. "I got you this; I know how much you want it. I was going to give it to you before but we got split up"
She sits on the ground, kicking some rocks away from her sister; clearing the space around them. "I'll put this on for you so you won't have to when you wake up, okay?" She asks, lightly taking her sisters hand while she puts on the charm bracelet. She doesn't let go of the hand once it's done up. "You'll love what Mum got you for your birthday. It's the perfect dress for you, it's going to look amazing, I already know it"
She sits quietly with her sister, ignoring the chaos around her. She'll wait here. She'll wait for her sister to wake up, and then they'll go home. They'll go home together and their parents will be waiting for them. Then they can celebrate her birthday like it should be celebrated. She'll wait for her sister to wake up because that's what sisters do, and she loves her sister.