Chapter 18
Flashback
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a certain someone went in the way and got hit by the spell instead.
Voldemort was surprised. Harry took the opportunity to cast his final spell.
"Avada Kedavra!" he shouted.
The blinding green light appeared once more and Voldemort dropped to the ground dead.
The light has won.
End Flashback
Harry was so surprised. He did it. He won over Voldemort. He ran over to Hermione and hugged her. The rest of the order came out of the graveyard to the clearing with ashen yet smiling faces. They were all smiling. Everything went as if in slow motion.
The golden Trio were in a group hug. They were all crying. All with smiles plastered on their faces.
Hermione was so happy. She didn't even notice the lack of survivors.
She just held on to Harry as if there was no tomorrow. She kissed him on the cheek and started laughing. Laughter she knew would now fill the hearts of the people who Voldemort once destroyed.
Harry laughed with her. The order came closer and congratulated them.
The trio hugged, cried and laughed with everyone. Suddenly, Dumbledore cleared his throat and the crowd became silent.
"Unfortunately, we have lost some of our greatest men out there. Such as Angelina Johnson, Zacharias Smith, and Severus Snape. We have some of our allies injured as well. Ginny Weasley, Ronald Weasley, Micheal Connor and Remus Lupin are now all in St. Mungos." Dumbledore said sadly.
Hermione cried. It was Angelina who she saw being sliced by that deatheater.
"Let us all take a moment to honor their names." Every single person bowed their heads and had tears in their eyes. They all said the names of the departed even Snape and cried for a while. They all prayed that the injured would be cured.
"Let us not make their sacrifices be made in vein and let it be known to all. This is a day of peace. A day of Joy. A day of the light!" Dumbledore announced.
Everyone cheered and began to rejoice. All except one soul who lingered in the background, a thorn placed in his heart.
Draco POV
He heard Hermione's plea in his head and apparated to the fight scene. He saw the spell going towards Potter and ran as fast as he could. The spell hit him instead. He felt pain once more. The cruciatus curse no doubt. Then it stopped. He saw Voldemort dead on the ground. He smiled.
He saw Potter run off to Hermione. He hugged her tightly. He hoped he could too.
Suddenly, a sharp pain in his chest appeared once more.
'The Prophecy.' Draco thought.
He quickly hid in the shadows of the graveyard. He was now watching as the order members and the DA were now celebrating. He watched as Hermione laughed and smiled.
'She's happy here.' He thought.
He took a glance at the world behind him. He knew that he would have to leave. He knew that the consequences of his actions would be great. But he also knew, he would do anything for her.
His heart felt like it was crumbling into pieces. He knew this moment had to come. His chest felt the sharp pain again. He felt like he was dying. He felt like his own soul was leaving him. Leaving and leaving behind his body and empty life. Leaving behind a man knowing no emotion. Only sacrifice. Only pain. He could feel his choice unfolding before him. He embraced the pain. He knew he had to do this. He let his heart be crushed. He let his own happiness leave him. He let his Love escape.
He got up and headed to the muggle town near the graveyard, heart still breaking.
He took one last look at his source of joy, his love.
She was laughing and smiling with the others. She didn't even notice him. She never knew of the sacrifice he was making. He smiled to himself.
'This is where she should be. Happy.' He thought a tear escaping from his eye, but he quickly wiped away and his face was replaced by one with no emotion.
He cast a spell to change his clothes. He wore an all black attire that usually muggles' wore.
He smiled up at her again. He placed his shades on and walked away to what they call the muggle world… future unsure and heart in millions of pieces…
Cos' it's a bittersweet symphony thats life...
Trying to make ends meet , you're a slave to the money then you die.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down...
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet , yeah.
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold , I am here in my mold.
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next...
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Well I never pray,
But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah.
I need to hear some sounds that recognise the pain in me, yeah.
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind , I feel free now.
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now.
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold , I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Well have you ever been down?)
(I can't change, I can't change...)
Cos' it's a bittersweet symphony thats life.
Trying to make ends meet, trying to find some money then you die.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down...
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet , yeah.
You know I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next.
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no,no,no
(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)
(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)
(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(Been down)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)
Authors note:
Done! I know it's sad and they are some more lingering questions, but if you like, I would be willing to write an epilogue or even better, a sequel!
P.S.
I know the war scenes sucked. I'm just not a war writer. Hehe…Ü