Disclaimer: I dont own the characters, only the plot.

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His blood trickled down his face and rolled off his cheek.

Was this how it felt to be dying?

It didn't feel so bad.

The cries and laughter echoed in his head , he was only half dying.

He listened to everyone all around him, crying, stunned, it wasn't really
the type of scene someone wanted to die in.

A bit embarassing really, your whole school - including teachers - just
watching , really pathetic.

You turn your head over to the one who did this , he laughs and laughs ,
his voice thunders through the hall.

He turned , two people, friends he presumed, dragged him aside, away from
the petrified people.

You catch a glimpse of a boy with his wand out, dueling with the one who
killed you - hurt you ....

"Avada Kedavra!!!"

A bright stream of light flashes, the green was bright enough to blind
one's eyes.

Silence.

No one dare talks.

Is it over?

He opened his eyes and sees a terrible sight - people, everywhere, lying
stiffly.

No movements.

Dead?

Not likely.

Unconscious?

More like that.

Was he the only one conscious?

No.

His enemy laughs - that evil laugh; and apparates away .....