Disclaimer: Nothing but Mela and the plot idea belong to me. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Quick note: Because of the reviews I have gotten I'm posting the rest of the story. If you flame me you will be made fun of in the next chapter. You have been warned. This is to stop all death threats, even thought I haven't gotten any.

To Love a Nazi

Chapter 18- Good bye is only another way to say 'til next time

Mela's P.O.V.-

He found me in my garden. I swore I would never let anyone find it, but some how he did find it. He killed my beautiful plants. The ones I had spent so long tending to. How could he? Now I will never break for him. I've heard the soldiers talk. I know that the only reason he kept me around was to see if he could break me. What a weakling. Doesn't he know that a person can only be broken if they want to be?

He came into the room hours after he had me sent to it. He started to beat me. I stood proud. My body my have bent to his hand, but my soul never did. I will not let him have the pleasure of seeing me fall before him. The world may bend to his will, but I am not the world. And so, he confined me to this room. I wandered around every step of this room, now I just lie on the bed remembering all the times it has been like this.

Feeling the walls come so close that they trap me to this bed. No matter how many times I pound against them, they are always there. My hands drag across the walls, but no one sees me. I'm always here. Why can't anyone see how I need to be seen? I'm starting to go crazy. Is he really breaking me?

A hand comes through the wall. It's his hand. He's asking me if I want to still to go to the picnic. Of course I do. I smile for the first time in weeks. He thinks I'm smiling to him, but I'm not. I almost forgot what today was. Today I'm showing off my beauty. My prize piece. That's what I'm smiling about. Inside I'm laughing at him. Stupid fool doesn't know what is about to hit him. I'll be long gone before he could ever think of blaming it on me.

We went outside. I saw Harry and Draco. I ran to them. I heard it before I saw it. I knew that it was aimed at Draco. I couldn't let that happen.

The bullet pierced through my chest as I dove in front of Draco. I didn't feel the pain until much later. I was on a river that numbed my body it was so cold. Then the warmth started from my chest and filled my body. I started to feel the mind burning pain then. I blindly reached for my chest and drew back bloody fingers. I looked up and saw Harry's face. His eyes were filled with tears.

My hand went up to his face as I tried to comfort him. I drew streaks of blood down his face. I began to take my last breaths. He kept trying to tell me that everything would be okay. I knew I was dying, he couldn't do anything about that. I tried to tell him I was sorry about everything, but I couldn't.

My last breath was on my lips as I sang softly the lullaby I sang to him when we were young and he was over and couldn't sleep. When the last verse was still on my lips, I died. My life slipped away with that breath.

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MELA IS DEAD!!!!!!!! DEAD I TELL YOU!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I COULDN'T AT FIRST. What will happen now? What were all of Mela's secrets? Will we ever know any of them?