Everything

"It's ok," she said. Her whisper soft and comforting, reassuring the security that wrapped her hidden fear, her old, wise eyes trying hard to not show any hint of the desperation that threaten to escape her determined look. Everything was better than to show the girl more reasons for shearing tears. "Its ok." She repeated, placing a delicate hand on the dirty, red hair of the sobbing girl. "Its ok, dear."

Professor Trelawney kneeled down Ginny Weasley's trembling body, placing her own wrinkled hands on Ginny's young ones. The body beneath those hands was lifeless, stroked by one of the many curses that sprung all around the castle just minutes ago; the war that was so promised to happen so many years ago had finally came to life and had by its hand taken the life of so many alongside the hope for a different ending.

"NO!" Ginny's empty screaming rang in the ears of so many hopeless students, the once lively Great Hall filled with dead corpses of beloved friends. The body of the red haired failed her and she stumbled all over the body of her best friend, the tears falling down her stained face like a waterfall, droplets of water unstoppable dropping down on Hermione Granger's cold body. Professor Trelawney tried her hardest to keep her own tears ashore, her hands coming to comfort the crying Weasley.

Harry rushed to the castle, her heart racing at a rate that could be consider out of the ordinary, his hands increasingly sweating with the anxiety of seeing his friends alive. Hope had gotten through a little space in his racing heart, but fear was still winning. They are ok. He kept telling himself, as if the statement would grant him his friends' lives, but in truth the statement meant nothing.

As hard as he tried to keep his mind at ease, the treacherous thing kept bombing him with images of his best mate lying lifeless on the school grounds, his red hair spread across the grey looking grass that now covered the once beautiful green landscape. His sparkling blue eyes forever turned off replaced by a foggy coldness of grey instead…and Hermione…his Hermione.
He imagined her delicate body lying somewhere around the cold, stone aisled of the huge castle. Alone in the emptiness if the night, the chilly wind of the night blowing her dead curls all around her unanimated face.

He stopped running for a split second to stop his mind from showing him the torturing images. He couldn't let that cloud his mind, he couldn't let fear travel through his system and paralyse him. He had to find his friends, and fast.

With determination set into his brain, he set up his fast pace once again until his emerald eyes hit a flash of orange. He stopped immediately, turning ever so slowly towards the orange flash.

A big smile adorned the handsome features of his face as his eyes met red hair.

"Ron!" he screamed excited, his smile growing bigger and bigger with an obvious hint of satisfaction.

The tall man before him turned, wand in hand, alert. However his alert mode was quickly swap away by the relieved smile that cross the guy's face.

The two friends embrace, happy that neither of them was hurt, but even that instant relief that both men felt washed away quickly when both noticed that Hermione was still not around.

"Hermione?" Harry asked, worry drowning his voice, anxiety covering his heart making it ache just enough to make Harry gasped for air.

Ron's blue eyes grew wide, fear written all over them. His face turned everywhere in search for her brown, untamed curls, but the search was useless for not a single sight of the girl was seen. "I thought she was with you, mate!" his voice cracked when his mind had started to betray him the way Harry's had too just minutes ago.
Harry's clear orbs searched the place. She can't be…cant'…no…
the space started to close in on Harry, and air suddenly seemed to be lacking. Harry was sinking into a big dark hole…"We have to find her!" Ron's desperate voice seemed to pull Harry out of his paranoia.

Harry nodded quickly before he ran straight to the Great Hall, Ron following closely behind. Something inside him told him he should go there, maybe she was there with the rest of the survivors, because she had to be alive. She was the survivor, definitely. Her knowledge of magic was too much for her to be death.

The Great Hall's doors opened loudly, letting way in for two breathless boys, anxious for sure.

Trelawney tore her eyes away from the corpse of Hermione and the crying Ginny to see who was the one who had open the door. Fear had clustered blue orbs for she knew the death eaters wouldn't give them much time, but a wave of peace leaped through her soul at the sight of Harry and Ron.
Peace was not long before she realised what was about to happen. Not because she knew of divination or anything, it would take a complete idiot to not foresee the unstoppable.

She saw as Harry walked among the sobbing students that mourned for the lost lives of so many. The Great Hall was entirely covered in corpses and weeps, never in his life had Harry ever witnessed so many misery and sadness stuffed in one place, he felt depressed to the core. When did he let it go out of control? It was his responsibility to defeat Voldemort, his battle to fight.

"NOOO!" the high screaming of Ron broke him out of the trance he had gotten into.

Ron moved too fast for his brain to record what was happening, Ron's father was already holding his son as Ron's screaming just got louder and more painful. He wanted to know what had happened, but something wouldn't let him move. Something in the loud cries of his best friend made his nightmare come true…It's true…

In a split of a second, Harry saw everything moving in slow motion:
Ron was on his feet, his face was bright red with anger and pain, his eyes watered but he still shed no tears. Arthur Weasley held his son as he held his own tears from falling. Trelawney stared blankly at the scene as if she was unable to move just as he was unable to move, too.

But he eventually did, his steps were unsure and he felt his knees grow week as the horrifying scene finally stroke his emerald eyes.

And then. Just in that moment, everything around Harry stopped. The world stopped…Hermione Granger was dead.

-AllieBe