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It was like an explosion. The one's closest to the center were worse off. Still with their eyes closed, the couple were interlocked, two as one.
A giant force, like a huge shockwave, knocked them off their feet. With his lightning-fast reflexes Harry covered Hermione in his arms and held her close and they hit the ground. Seeing little stars he opened his eyes and saw a ripple of energy passing through everyone. All of them were falling, and not moving…
A feeling of dread passed through him. He knew so many of these people, and he loved them all, maybe not the Death Eaters and Voldemort but everyone else.
Slowly he got up, careful not to harm a limp Hermione, and inspected the damage. Ginny was on the ground and, by the looks of it, had been hit at the worst of it and was dead. Part of him felt grief and another part felt angry with Ginny…and himself. He should of known that Ginny was…well, that she was…
Don't think that. You didn't know. It's not you're fault. He thought.
Yeah, but Hermione did. You just didn't listen. He argued with himself.
But Hermione's been wrong before.
Only once or twice.
He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts of guilt. Because of him, every person he loved may be dead. Grief overcame him. He fell to his knees and tears whelled up in his eyes. The Prophecy was wrong. I haven't saved the world, I've destroyed it.
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Moments slowly ticked by slowly, like long hours on a hot, stuffy bus ride. Hermione's dead too. Tonks and Lupin, McGonagall and Fred and George and…the babies. They'd had maybe three hours of life, all in terror. They came into the world so innocent, but at the worst time possible. And because of that, they were dead.
I need to die. No more suffering, no more pain, no more…anything. He slowly got up and took his wand and pointed it at him heart. "Avada-"
"You don't want to do that."
Harry looked up. The sound had come from over near Hermione. He didn't see anything, so he resumed his former task. "Avada-"
"Harry. Don't. Put the wand down."
Harry looked over at Hermione. She was laying on the floor, but looking straight at him.
"Hermione! You're alive!"
Harry dropped his wand and ran to her as she sat up. "I think I have a concussion, but yes, I'm alive." She hugged. "Is anyone-" She trailed off seeing the depressed face of Harry. "Oh."
"I can't believe believe it. I was supposed to save everyone, not kill them. I'm as bad as Voldemort. Worse even."
Hermione's expression to surprised anger. "No! Harry! Don't you dare say that! Ever! You're nothing like Voldemort! And you know it! You're kind, sweet, brave, and nothing like Voldemort. Nothing! Do you understand me? Do you?"
"But Hermione, I killed possibly the entire Wizarding world and more!"
Hermione emphasized. "On accident!"
"DOES IT MATTER! EVERYONE'S DEAD AND I'M TO BLAME!" Harry shouted feeling angry at her, and himself.
She stared blankly at him for a moment and said simply, "I'm not."
"But everyone else is!"
"But you saved me."
"I REALIZE THAT! BUT EVERYONE ELSE'S IS DEAD!" He yelled at her.
"But I'm not."
"But-" He stopped it was useless to argue. Hermione was too stubborn. He sighed. "What have I done?" He whispered softly.
Hermione reached out to him but stopped short and screamed. She pushed him out of the way as a large sword came down right on the spot he'd been sitting on.
Malfoy's hair was messy and out-of-place. His pale cheeks were light pink. A silver sword shined in his hands. He panted heavily, and Harry could make a large bruise through his hair. "This is from my father Potter!" He spat. He swung the sword and it's silver handle glinted as Harry rolled out of the way but not fast enough to a point where it scraped the blade.
A searing pain ran through his arm. He looked at it to see a deep cut bleedly moderately. He looked up at Malfoy but he had moved on to Hermione. She jumped to her feet and started dodging his continuous swings.
Harry looked for his wand but it was no where in sight. He heard a scream and jerked up. Hermione had tripped and Malfoy was laughing above her, his sword raised high, ready to strike. Harry jumped toward her, but it was too late. She screamed as the sword went through her stomach and blood quickly drenched her clothing. Her face contorted with pain as Malfoy withdrew his sword, now glistening with bright red blood. In Harry's state of shock he barely realized Malfoy dropping his sword unexpectedly. A sharp pain on the top of his head left him dazed as he fell to the ground. He welcomed the darkness.