Tears were running down her face as she looked all around her. So much death. Too much death. So many people she loved: Fred, Remus, Tonks, little Colin Creevey... She was just glad she wasn't alone. She still had Ron. She still had Harry.

And then a voice rang through the Great Hall, stealing her breath and the truth of that last thought.

"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won..."

No... That was her first thought. No. It must be a lie. It had to be a lie. Harry wasn't that stupid. He wouldn't have given himself up... (She knew him too well to believe for an instant he'd been running away).

She saw Ron get up from Fred's dead body and run toward the doors. Without really thinking, she ran after him, Ginny beside her.

"No!"

The cry flew out of her mouth, and then she had to place her hands over her lips to keep from being sick. There, right in front of her, in Hagrid's large arms, his face wet with Hagrid's large tears, was Harry. Harry's... body.

Her whole mind recoiled from the thought. It was impossible. Harry... her best friend... always there for her, always so brave, strong, and true... dead. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be.

She couldn't believe Harry could be so stupid! Why had he given himself up? Why? Did he honestly believe that they would stop fighting? Did he think they wouldn't avenge his murder? She began to sob, turning her face away from his body. She couldn't look, and she couldn't look away. She buried her head in Ron's shoulder, her tears soaking into his bloodstained shirt. She heard him shout, but could no longer hear what he was saying over the sound of her sobs. She did hear, in his echoing voice, Voldemort telling them to give up, to surrender. He was as stupid as Harry. He had just murdered their most celebrated hero. Did he think they wouldn't fight back? Besides, how many of these people here had Muggleborn friends? There was no way they would give up.

They would take this tyrant down or die trying.

Of that, she was sure.

(A/N) Hey all. Sorry for the wait. I haven't been in a writing mood lately. Anyway, I'm going to say this right now, before I forget again: I got this idea from Saphy18. She gave me permission to use it, too. I kept forgetting to tell you.

Thank you for sticking with me. (No, this is not the end.) Please take the time to R&R so I can better my writing. I mean, if I didn't want people to review, why would I post?