Disclaimer: I'm not Just Kidding when I say that I'm not J.K. (Rowling).
Paralyzed
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She didn't see the simple Avada Kedavra that hit Harry, but she did notice the falling of a warm body near her own, the withdrawal of Nagini's fangs from her neck, and the pop as Voldemort Disapparated from the Shrieking Shack.
"Harry?"
His gentle green eyes were closed behind his glasses, which were (as they always seemed to be) broken at the middle.
"Harry!"
She grasped at the ground, dragging herself closer to her late friend, and began to sob.
He died for me. He was supposed to save the Wizarding world, but he died for me. Oh no. I've possibly ruined us forever. And maybe I won't even live to fix my mistake.
She couldn't express herself in words, what with her grief, blood loss, and poison-filled veins. Tears were her only consolation.
At least, until she heard a low voice tell her, "Shut up, Granger, and let me have a look at him!"
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