They won. They actually, truly won. There was nothing we could do as Hagrid showed the crowd Harry's very much dead body. His eyes were unblinking, lifeless. Hagrid was sobbing. Nevil was seething with Ron at his side, showing the anger and loss in his eyes. We were defeated, lost, and broken. We had lost all spirit. "Your savour is dead. The one you poured all your hope into."
Rated: T - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 4 - Words: 7,859 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 36 - Follows: 73 - Updated: 5/26/2017 - Published: 12/22/2014 - [Hermione G., Draco M.] Ron W., Ginny W.