Escape of the Boy Who Lived
By: karacullen23
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nor do I get paid for the crap that I write.
Everyone and everything that he had loved was dead. Seventeen year old, Harry James Potter stood upon the smoking ruins of what once had been Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. The war Lord Voldemort had been raging upon the wizarding world had finally come to a gruesome end. Nothing remained; there was nothing but a cold gray sky looming over the shattered horizon. The bodies of aurors and schoolmates, purebloods and half bloods alike, covered the ground. No man, woman or child had been spared. Thousands of lifeless eyes gazed blankly off into nothing, and Harry was the only one left standing. He alone remained.
This had been Voldemort's greatest victory of all. Harry Potter truly was, "The Boy Who Lived". He was left alive and unscathed to suffer the only thing worse then death, to be the last one alive. To live on when all that he had lived for was slowly rotting into the blood soaked ground. He had never felt more alone, more empty. There was absolutely nothing left to fight for. There was nothing left to live for.
His heavy feet carried him over to the small, crumpled body of Ginny Weasly.
Ginny's long, copper hair lay splayed around her pale face like a halo. Her eyes were shut, and she appeared as though she were simply in a peacefully deep slumber. Harry thought that if he were to kiss those once pink lips, she would simply wake up, look into his eyes and smile before pulling him down to her for another kiss. But when Harry's trembling hand scrambled for hers, he felt that it was cold and stiff. A bitter tear streaked down his dusty cheek.
"Oh, Ginny!" his voice was tremulous, raspy and sounded alien to him. "I am so sorry, I am so, so, sorry."
Harry threw himself onto her small shoulder, his body convulsed into anguished sobs. He should have been able to save her. He should have been able to save them all. Why was he still alive, what made him so special? Why did he alone have to remain?
He let out a desperate roar into the nothingness, throwing his arms up to the heavens pleadingly. "Take me instead. "Goddamn you, take me!" His cry echoed through the empty air and then all was still again. He sat tensely, holding his breath, waiting. Waiting for what? For the gods to come down and take it all back make it all go away? Would they rearrange time and the events of recent simply for a weeping boy in a field of broken life? No, he was alone, and he was helpless to change anything at all.
Blindly, he reached into the dark folds of his tattered Hogwarts robes and withdrew a gleaming sword. The steel seemed to glow as if enchanted, and Harry gazed numbly into his distorted reflection. He could almost hear the sound of phoenix song off in the distance, but when he lifted his head to search the bleak sky, it was empty.
He swallowed down sobs as he positioned the heel of the sword upon the ground and the long blade sat aimed straight at his chest. All he had to do was fall upon the blade and he would be free. He would be taken away from this empty and lonely world into a better place. He hoped that if there was a life after death, that his friends and family would be there waiting for him. He could picture his best friend Ron's crooked smile, "What took you so long mate?"
He could feel his mother's arms wrapping around him in a long awaited embrace, and he could see Ginny there too. Oh, Ginny, my beautiful Ginny. With her name whispered on his dry lips, he fell to the hilt upon the cold blade of Godric Griffindor, and everything went blessedly black.
The End