A/N… * glare * No one voted, so I'm gonna do Draco, whether you like it or not. Yes, I'm talking to you. * points* Same thing applies, it may or may not be Hermione, but it probably isn't Pansy or Millicent.
Flames can be given to my friend, Firenkire. R/r though…
Disclaimer: I got da plot. Dats all. Period. *hiiiii*
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(2 weeks before)
Harry told me about his plot to propose. It took all my strength not to bash his face in. She was mine. He had dated her for 3 years, but I still felt like she was mine. I flashbacked to the day she was sorted. I had liked her then.
I helped him pick out the ring. I never got the owl telling me what time it started. That was our undoing.
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Harry and I spent hours finding tuxedoes, and enchanting a carpet. Let me tell you, that was the coolest thing. It was a little sad, but what's a night without a bad omen, eh?
I went home, and was promptly captured by Voldemort!
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He tortured me. I didn't tell him anything, but he had intercepted the owl. He finally had his cronies punch me in the face, and breaking my jaw. THAT hurt.
He dragged me along after him as he traveled to the party.
He burst through the door. He killed people I knew. I made eye contact with her. I saw her loose hope in that one millisecond before I was thrown against the wall. I appeared motionless as the killing spree went on.
I saw my father go down. Crabbe and Goyle's dads. My mother. And then it was Harry, Ron and her. I lurched up as they were backed into a corner. I protected her. I saw her kill a death eater that almost killed Ron. Then Ron died. I saw good ole Voldisnorts AK Harry, and one glance at her, I stepped in front of the beam.
Instant death.
I just popped out of my body, it didn't even hurt. I latched my spirit hand to Potter's spirit to keep from flying away. I saw Ron and the others. We hungrily watched Harry and Voldemort duel. We all cried out as the beam reflected. A compact shot out, and sent about a quarter of the beam to Voldie. His spirit popped out, so we went over and kicked him. He drifted downwards. ^_^. I went back to Harry and his fiancée. He was dying. There were a few words exchanged, and Potter floated up. He grabbed his fiancée's spirit, and we watched.
Sirius Black came to us at about midnight, dead as a doornail. He had committed suicide after learning that Harry Potter was dead.
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She went crazy. We still see her when we enter her dreams.
A.N. Review. Have I beaten this subject into the ground yet?
If I haven't… any POVs?
- Sirius
- Oooh… Voldie…
- The cake
Lookie down. \/ Review Please. I NEED THEM!lol