Grief(one-shot)
Disclaimer: jo's characters....
A/N: dedicated to my pooch
I stare at Voldemort's body blankly.
I won.
Dropping Godric's sword, I fall to my knees. Every muscle in my body exhuasted.
I did it, the light won. Everywhere, I can shouts of joy.
I let myself fall to the ground, I could feel the effects of the curses on my body.
That's it. Mission complete. End.
Hermione let out an exhausted sigh, but she smiled nonetheless. She stared at the crowd going her way. "That must be Harry." she thought. But she frowned when she hadn't heard the shouts of joy.
Frowning, she made her way towards them, but stopped when she saw Ron emerging from the center of the crowd.
I run, stumbling up the slope toward Ron. Tears started flowing from my eyes. They started blurring my vission, but I let them streak down my cheeks.
I can see Harry lying limply in Ron's arms, his head turned upwards towards the heavens.
"Harry." she whispered, shaking his shoulder. She lifted his head but it laid limply in her hands
"Harry." she said once again, louder this time. She placed her hand on his chest rubbing it. Trying desperately to find a simple beating of his heart.
I look into his green eyes, they were half closed. But I could see them clearly under his eyelids. I peer into those green orbs trying to find life in them. They seem to be looking straight at me. I feel my heart rise. Desperately, I place a finger under his nose to see if he's still breathing. Harry just cannot be dead.
Ron Weasley stared blankly ahead as he carried his best friend's limp body in his arms. Hermione was shaking with grief as she ran her hand through Harry's hair, ruffling it. She kept staring at his face, memorizing every last bit of detail.
"Wake up, damn it!" I shout.
Looking around, I see Voldemort's body just a few feet ahead and Harry's sword lying on the ground.
I would kill him again and again if I have to. I raise the sword and drive it through the wizards chest over and over again. I drop to the ground, crying. I feel the sword gently being removed from my hand as they drag me away. I clutch the hem of the robe blindly.
Ron slumped to the ground exhausted. What would happen to them now? He felt drained. Every single memory rushed into his head, He felt his eyes well up finally as he let out a loud anguished cry into the heavens.
A/N: just had to let the grief out... my doggy "pooch" died. A jeepney hit his head just outside our gate.....
You could flame me if you want... But i only type out how i feel in the moment
i know its not my best please bear with me...
Kitty the grief stricken.