Instant
Harry felt a drop of sweat running down the side of his face. He felt another drop run down his neck. His wand was held above his chest pointed to the one person he hated with every fiber in his body; the only person who deserved this spell.
Sounds of fighting reached his ears and though they sounded a mile away, they were only mere yards away. He was concentrated on him and that ridiculous grin that he refused to wipe off his face.
Seconds stretched into minutes. Neither wanted to start what they knew would be the end. It was like after waiting for so long, neither wanted to take a few minutes to finish it all.
"Goodbye Harry," Voldemort smiled. Harry didn't blink. He was concentrated solely on what he had to do.
"Avada Kedavra!" The spell was shouted at the same time but only one met its target.
I don't want to die.
"Harry!" Hermione's voice pierced the night, silencing everyone around her. "No!"
Hermione felt arms grab her own as she made to run toward her best friend. They pushed her arms behind her back until they could stretch no more, but she still tried to escape.
"Harry!" Tears poured down her face as she struggled against her captor and the fact that lay in front of her.
"Hermione, you're absolutely brilliant. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"No," Ron whispered. He sank to his knees where an arm was roughly thrown around his neck and a wand pointed to his throat. He wasn't going anywhere, though. He couldn't move, couldn't think.
"It's not possible," he said, more to himself than anything. "He can't have died, it's not possible. He's not supposed to die!"
"Seems your friend isn't as great as you all made him out to be," a sickly sweet voice whispered in his ear.
"Shut up Bellatrix," Ron replied, squeezing his eyes shut, both to prevent tears and to will the image in front of him to go away. Bellatrix's laugh was impossible to ignore, though.
"Ron, you're my best mate. Of course I'll tell you everything."
Ginny's wand dropped to the sodden grass as she ran to his body.
"No. No, no, no. This wasn't supposed to happen," Ginny cried as tears fell freely and profusely down her face. "Harry, get up! Get up, Harry! Don't be so daft. Harry!"
Arms roughly pulled Ginny to her feet and carried her back to the edge of the circle. "No!" she cried, struggling with all her might. When Hermione's shrieks had ceased, Ginny's started. "Harry!"
"Let me go! Harry!" Ginny's tears continued to shower the ground as she continued to struggle. "Harry!"
"Ginny..."
Mum? Dad? I can hear you…
A/N: I dunno. I just wanted to write something that reflects pain. It just randomly popped into my head a couple of nights before Deathly Hallows came out. I was still set on Harry dieing sooo I wrote this. But I just now finished it. I like it.