Okay, this is my very first fanfic! I hope you guys like it, and if it isn't that good, constructive criticism is always welcome! And flamers: you can flame, I won't mind, but be warned that I will pay no attention to what you say. And this is supposed to be sad, so if you don't like sad stories, you most likely won't like this one. I hope this is fanfiction-worthy! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Me:I own everything! EVERYTHING!

Harry: Excuse me?

Me: That's right! I OWN you!

Ginny: Ummm...No, you really don't.

Hermione: See how it feels to be told you are someone else's property? SEE HOW IT FEELS! Join S.P.E.W. and we can support house elf rights!

Ron: *face palms* Hermione, nobody is going to join S.P.E.W. Nobody.

Me: All of you are wrong! ALL OF YOU!

Harry: If you want a rant on how nobody owns me, go see Harry Potter Puppet Pals. As for now, get on with the real disclaimer and stop your mental ranting.

Me: Fine, fine, alright! I'll make a boring disclaimer...*sighs* I do not own anything, J.K. Rowling owns everything. There. Now ON WITH THE STORY!

Chapter 1: Minerva McGonagall

As I walk through the Great Halls, I see so many students. So many innocent people. I felt shaky and weak. But I must be strong. For the school. For my brave lions. For me. I want to cry, but I let no weakness show. I am the headmistress, and I must be the leader. If I break down, they will break down. So many were wounded, or seriously injured. Many were tending to people's wounds.

I saw Ginerva Weasley caring for a little boy outside. He was very pale. He was crying cold, scared tears. He was whispering something. Ginerva looked so...so... I couldn't describe it. All I could tell was that she was trying to be strong, like me. Poor little Ginerva. Not even of age, and she has witnessed horrible scenes of carnage. People devoid of any hope. People with horrendous injuries. People that have lost their lives. And she had lost her brother! Bless her soul.

I continue my long walk down the seemingly endless Great Hall.

So many sad, mournfull faces... so many tears, so many crying eyes...How can people do this to others? How can people take people's lives, souls, hope, and very essence away, and act so cold, heartless, and cruel, that they're truly just human dementors? I saw Sybill Trelawney, holding a student's hand, patting it. She had tears rolling down her cheeks. Sybill turned over the poor child's hand, tracing her palm.

"Oh, my dear...Oh yes...I see a very bright future for you..a very happy place, very happy...a place where there is never dark clouds..." The child looked up at her.

"Will my mummy be there?"

Sybill forced a smile. "Yes, mummy will be there, child...your mummy will be there...and you will both be very happy."

The girl gave a weak smile...a contented nod...and that was the end of a life that could have been so much more. My throat constricted. I continued my walk.

I see so many faces that were once lively. Many held fond memories in my heart. I remember Nymphadora Tonkss. The spunky and unusual Hufflepuff. I remember she aced my class with flying colors in self-transfiguration. She was very clumsy...always stepped on my tail in my cat form... but all teachers loved her anyway. Remus Lupin, recent husband and father. Kind, responsible Remus that I always knew was the mastermind behind the Marauder's pranks. I remember that I always let him get away with it, pretending I didn't know. Now him and his wife are gone. Who is going to take care of little Teddy?

Oh, Harry. I forgot about Harry. He's Teddy's Godfather, isn't he? Harry will take care of little Teddy. But... where's Harry? I jolted inside. Harry!

I spun on my heel, and instantly went in the other direction. I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Click, clack, click, clack.

Went my shoes on the marble.

Ba boom, ba boom, ba boom.

Went my heart in my chest

Click clack click clack!

Faster now, no pauses in between.

Ba boom ba boom ba boom!

My heart is pumping blood faster now...

Click clack click clack!

Louder, ever louder, a sense of urgency...

Ba boom ba boom ba boom!

I started to really feel it. I can hear the buzz in my ears...

Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click!

Very fast now, I think I'm running...I'm not sure...

A new sound is added. My shallow breathing.

In out in out in out in out in out in out!

Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom!

Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click!

Another sound is added... one that was all around me, yet within me, pounding in my head every time I Click, Boom, or In Out...

HARRY...HARRY...HARRY...HARRY...HARRY...

Everything is merging now... I feel dizzy... all these noises I'm hearing... yet I must get to him... Must get to...

HARRYINOUTCLICKBOOM

HARRYINOUTCLICKBOOM

HARRYINOUTCLICKBOOM

HAR-

I think it all stopped... everything...my Harry's, my feet, my breathing, and my heart. Because That was the moment I saw He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named...and next to him, I saw...I saw...I...saw...

I let out a noise. I'm not sure what it was, exactly.

A wail of despair?

A shriek of shock?

A scream of horror?

Maybe I did all of them at once. All I know is that it was the most horrible sound I have ever made.

Now what did I see, exactly? I saw Harry in Hagrid's arms.

The-Boy-Who-Lived... has died.

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