Willow POV

I sat there, weeping for over an hour. It seemed like centuries. My tears never ceased. I knew not why I stayed there; I guess I was clinging to the tiny hope that my brother would walk from those woods with his scruffy hair, his glasses crooked on his nose and his grin spread across his face.

I hoped he would defeat the darkest wizard this world had ever seen and then I could punch him for walking in that damned place and then hug him for coming out.

I looked up when I saw a figure emerge. I gasped and leapt to my feet. The figure was so dark, but my heart got the better of me. I inhaled to shout his name when others came out from between the cursed trees.

My heart shattered for the thousandth time that night. The death eaters walked across the grounds, followed by a huge figure. As they passed shadows of the forest, I saw their faces. I gasped with pain as the first face I saw the white, snake-like face of the Dark Lord.

The huge figure I saw as Hagrid at once and I fell against the wall of the castle. His body; limp and white. His face; emotionless and pale. His eyes; closed forever. Harry Potter: dead. I couldn't breath. My head hit the stone but I felt nothing. I was numb. He was dead.

"Harry…" I whispered. I couldn't take it. He couldn't be… I couldn't tear my gaze from his dead figure. I couldn't not look. Everyone was dead.

Everyone!

My mother, my father, my uncles and now my brother. Whether they were related through blood, law or love, they were apart of my world. And now they were dead.

A scream broke me from my glazed world,

"NO!" I saw professor McGonagall in front of me. Hermione, Ron and Ginny came out after her.

"No!"

"No!"

"Harry! HARRY!"

The whole school pilled out afterwards, screaming and shouting. It was pointless. Hadn't he won? For me he had, he had destroyed everything I loved and now he was in control of everything.

I fell to the ground and my hand touched something strange. Something so different from everything else. It was like water. I looked down to see the last thing I expected. It was Harry's invisibility cloak. He must have discarded it when he walked into the forest. I grasped it in both hands and watched the light shine off the brilliant patterns of the fabric. I don't know why, but I pulled it over my head. It felt right for some reason. I found myself on my feet, pushing through the crowds. No one seemed to notice.

"SILENCE!" shouted the vicious voice of the Dark Lord. It made my skin crawl. I froze, terrified as I stood in front of the crowds. He talked to us,

"It is over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs!" and I watched a devastated Hagrid place Harry's body so gently on the floor beside the Dark Lord. My lip curled. I would kill him. It was an honour that should be joined with Harry and a thousand others, but I was here now, I would do it.

"You see?" The Dark Lord continued, pacing in front of the motionless brother I held so close to my heart. "Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!" and then I cracked.

Harry Potter was nothing of the sort! But I didn't cry out, I didn't kill him then and there, oh no.

"He beat you!" I heard Ron defend. I felt his warm spirit in everyone else who broke the silence and defended my dead brother. I did the most foolish thing. I walked right out, I was in the clear open and I felt such fear.

They couldn't see me of course, but my heart wouldn't believe it. They must have been able to hear my heart beat alone; it sounded so loud to me. It was so foolish, and yet, I carried on. I was a foot away from the Dark Lord and I held my head high in front of him. I stepped quietly while he stood in front of the crowd and silenced them yet again. I fell to my knees, in silence and looked down at the still figure of Harry.

I felt the tears falling yet again. I wiped my cheeks and let my fingertips become visible from under the cloak. The Dark Lord was out in front of me and my dead brother. I imagined my fingertips must be barley visible in the dark. I brushed them along Harry's cheek and had to hold in a gasp. His skin was warm. He had died so little time ago, it was still warm. My heart felt as heavy as lead, in my stomach. I inhaled quickly and my head seemed to go dizzy with the oxygen. I didn't realised I had been holding my breath. I fooled myself in thinking I saw his eyes twitch. I whispered, so low I could barely hear myself,

"Harry…" and my heart jumped as I heard my own broken voice say his name. I had the crazed idea he would hear me from beyond the grave and continued, "I tried to stop you. I wasn't loud enough. I'm so sorry" and I watched a tear land on my hand and slide down my fingertip. I tried to pull away quickly but it already fell off my hand onto his cheek. I gasped and pulled my hand back in. I froze.

I couldn't have seen that could I?

He flinched; He flinched when the tear fell on him. But…

"Harry?" I whispered and then I was brought back to realisation. The crowds had stopped shouting and silence had enveloped the grounds of Hogwarts. My heart stopped.

I knew he had heard me.

I wasn't quick enough, because in the blink of an eye, I was on the floor at his feet, the cloak by my side. I opened my eyes and looked up into his calm, almost dead looking face. He was so horrifying. His eyes, blazing black slits, cut through my soul as his gaze bore into me. I gasped as I felt his immense power hit my mind. I tried to block it but I felt his tendrils slice through my memories, my past, my everything. He gasped and froze,

"Willow Black!" he bellowed in victory, "Oh, my dear, dear child" he said and he surprised me by holding out a pale hand. I looked up from my place on the ground and he smiled darkly, "I won't harm you". I snarled and spat at him and got a vicious kick from the one and only Bellatrix from his side.

"Now, now Bella" he said and he held a hand out which made her stop instantly. She sneered at me but stood back. The Dark Lord continued,

"I remember your mother was in that same position when I tortured her to an inch of her life" he muttered as if he was thinking aloud. I felt my chest burn and he smiled darkly at the sight of my pain. I gasped as the tears built in my eyes but I held my voice,

"Voldemort" and he blinked at me as I said his name, "My mother may had been tortured and killed at your hands, but you, my all powerful Dark Lord, the most powerful wizard there ever was, the darkest magic wielder that ever lived was fooled and betrayed for years for that silly little girl" I said and I let the pride in my voice show. He didn't seem to move at my words but his voice was vicious,

"And you, the almost identical silly little girl, will be proof of my power. Come!" he addressed the crowds, "See what happens when those fight after the war is won!" and with that I felt myself be pulled to my feet. My gaze fell to Harry one last time before something blocked my sight. I then realised that my body had exploded in pain. Someone was screaming; a girl. She was so loud, it hurt my ears. Someone should put her out of her misery.

Then my eyes widened in horror, it was my own voice. My hand clasped on something warm around my neck. I knew what it was immediately. It was my necklace and those words echoed around my head as I felt myself falling into the same darkness they saw. I felt like I was about to see them again,

'We love you'

A/N: Wow! Such a long chapter! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, you know I wanted to but I forgot! Review and let me know what you think! x