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piHarry's lip is bleeding./i/p
pYou sprawled weak, sullied and defeated on enemy ground./p
piHis knuckles are bruised and bloody./i/p
pYour arms hung, loose and jaded by your wrecked, aching
torso./p
piIs he crying?/i/p
pHow many did you manage to kill before Longbottom killed you? Ten?
Twenty? Five?/p
piIs he crying because the mudblood died? Because I killed
her?/i/p
pAnd who were those whose lives you ended with a flash of green light
and a hoarse shout; your enemy or your friend? Could you even tell them
apart?/p
piHe weeps for her./i/p
pYour hair. Since when did your ashen, lifeless tresses bloom with such
a deep, red, crimson?/p
piHis arms. . . those cuts are deep./i/p
pYour right hand clutched your beaten, faithful wand tightly at your
side. You clutched it so tightly you thought you would never let go. Never be
able to let go./p
pi Everywhere. . .every part of his body covered in red,
oozing, trickling pain. He shows it in every sob, every grimace, every shout of
'KEDAVRUM!'./i/p
pYou racked your brain, clawing at your memory, thinking as fast as
your dying pulse would let you./p
piHis black, black hair. Tainted, discoloured. How can he fight
in so much hurt? Let me stop it? Stop the blood that flows relentlessly from
him, stop the life that drains out of him. Stop it. . . please. .
./i/p
pYou willed your hand to rise, willed it to do what it had been taught
so many years ago./p
piIs it enough?/i/p
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pHarry Potter walked through the cold, watching the chaos through
bloodied eyes. His legs buckled with each step and his mind reeled with every
scream he heard. The battle was nearly over. Voldemort was dying. And so was
he. After everything, it would end in stalemate. He had to one final thing...he
had to find Hermione. Was she alive, dead, faded into nothing like so many
others? He dragged a sobbing Ron behind him. They had started the war together.
It was only fair they finish it together too. /p
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pHe was only five steps from her when he fell./p
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pHis knees gave in and he crumpled to the ground, head gratefully
cradled in something soft. Harry turned his dying eyes to look./p
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pDraco Malfoy sprawled on the earth below him, both eyes matted shut
with a layer of congealing blood. Against the will of both his smarting hand
and the part of his brain that screamed ihe is the enemy, do not touch
him! /iHarry lifted an arm to the boy's pale wrist. The silence that
was emitted was deafening. Final and complete. Harry sighed and dropped his
hand uselessly beside him. It landed in something wet and slimy. With his last
breath he lifted his hand to his lips and felt a wonderful feeling of
release./p
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pHarry stared down at the frothing green liquid that lay in a puddle
beside Malfoy's wand./p
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piFinis! Review and tell me what you think?/i/p
