Willow POV

My heart was still racing, hours later as I fled down the flight of marble stairs. I had various injuries, and was covered in grime and blood, but they didn't slow me down, not now. The fight had begun and I had fought. I had killed. It hurt me to become what I was, but it had to be done. Murder was part of the job description in war.

The clock that should have been above me was shattered emeralds under my feet as I skidded around the corner. My saw the light fall across the blood-stained floor from the great hall. It was like heaven to my pained eyes. I froze just outside though. Inside would be the pile of the dead. Could I bear to see who had been destroyed?

The Dark Lord had allowed us an hour to collect out dead and prepare for the fighting to continue. He wanted Harry but I would die a thousand times before he got him. The horror being in the middle of a war is indescribable. I took a deep breath and stepped through those towering doors into the graveyard that took the breath from my lungs. So many. So many dead. Tears fell, and my heart was shattered.

I knew so many of the dead; I had loved so many like my own family. My friends were there, pale and cold on the tables. I managed to crawl down row after row, dreading ever glance to the side. I saw the sight of the Weasley family devastated over the body Fred. The twins had been broken. More tears fell.

That was when I saw them. Her turquoise hair was unmistakable, but the colour was dead. Tonks. My throat convulsed in a fit of hysterics. Beside her was the man my world was centred on. He was my father when I had no one, my best friend, my teacher and my Uncle. Uncle Remmie was silent and lifeless, his lids shut, on a wooden table. I tripped over my own feet and stumbled as I fell out of the hall. I hit the cold ground as the light faded.

"No!" I whispered and my chest exploded in pain. I felt like my heart had been shredded.

"H-how could-d you…" I muttered as I looked out through the gap in the wall where the wooden doors once stood. "Y-you to-ok my life-e!" I said a little louder. I managed to get to my feet and lent against the icy, marble wall. My cheek was hot from heart-broken tears and it cooled on the stone. I opened my eyes to see a familiar figure walk out the gap. I gasped, thank god he was alive! I stumbled to the gap and said,

"Har-" but stopped mid-sentence. He was walking towards the looming, terrifying forbidden forest. I fell to my knees buckle and watched his retreating figure. He was sacrificing himself to save everyone. There had been enough death already. It was the right thing to do but they had died to protect him and now he was walking to death. How could he do such a disrespectful thing! I gasped into hysterics again and my eyes began to ache from tears. He was so selfish! I have no one now!

"Harry..." I tried to stop him; I couldn't loose a brother as well. My voice was less then a whisper, "Come back! No…" a hoarse strain of a dead voice. I choked on my air and lent against the frame and refused to close my eyes, refused to let him out of my sight. Why couldn't he hear my begging thoughts? I was screaming in my head for him to come back. But I knew I would never stop him if I could. He fell into the shadows of the dark place, of the last place his eyes would see, that damned forest! My eyes closed and the tears still fell from beneath my lids. Neville walked past me and froze at my broken form,

"Willow?" he asked and I choked on air again. He put his free hand on my shoulder, "I know. I'm so sorry. I really am" he replied before carrying another body into the hall. He had no idea. I was in my own personal hell.

A/N: Such a sad chapter, so much dead! Gosh, it's like a season final of heroes where everyone dies! Well, usually. Anyways, not good at fight scenes, I have said, so I didn't do one. Don't hate me! Anyways, don't forget to review! x