A/N another Seven Words fic-one more left to complete the series. Don't own em. Just messing around.
Jesus said, "It is finished." -John 19:30
Time slowed to a halt on the battlefield, and all turned to watch for one moment. He was amazed by it all, it didn't surprise him, but it amazed him to watch. This was what his life had been leading up to. He had spent the past twenty years believing that maybe, possibly, perhaps, they would win. He had spent the past twenty years building up an idea, a fantasy land of make-believe where they won, and the world would be good. But they hadn't. They had been defeated by a boy, a boy who couldn't be more than seventeen.
It was over. They'd all now leave, run away, be taken in. Some, many, would say that they were forced to do it. The excuse had worked before, it would work again. And they would be spared. Some would go down, be sent to Azkaban to serve the rest of their days as a husk of a human being, hardly eating, not even truly existing.
The whole thing had ended with a single spell. It hadn't been some gigantic melodramatic grand finale. It was simple, understated, and effective. And now they were left to fend for themselves. The one thing that they all had united behind was gone, crushed in an instant, leaving them suddenly very much alone in the world.
They were afraid. They would put on grand airs that they were fine, that they would not be caught, that everything was going to be all right. But it wasn't going to be, and they knew it. But they pretended. They kept pretending up until they were carted off. Up until they were killed in last-stands against the aurors. Up until they took their own lives before they would be forced into Azkaban. They would have rather died a coward's death than be forced to have their soul forced from their body.
They were left alone in an instant as everything came down with a crashing sort of finality. He found himself feeling suddenly lost. Everything that he had known, his whole reality was erased, replaced. He no longer could believe what he had. He was forced to believe this, he couldn't live in a land of make believe, thinking that things were going to be alright. Not anymore.
Within a single moment in time the illusion crumbled, the facade fell and all that was left was the truth. His game of make-believe, his game of pretend, acting as if nothing was wrong, as if so long as he believed in this cause, he'd be all right-it was all over. He watched his master fall with a single, softly spoken word. That was all it took for all this to end. Two words, six syllables and his life changed forever.
Everything that he believed in, his whole world crashed down around him. He fell to the ground, not wanting to believe it, wanting to stay in the world he had built up for himself. Where he would be fine, when what he believed in would be what the public believed in. But that was not the case now. It was over. It was finished.
