Chapter 2 : Harry's mistake

Ginny was lying on Hagrid's large wooden table, she looked unnaturally white. Snape was standing beside the table, his wand raised, muttering.

Harry was at the door before he'd even realised it, Snape was disarmed and Harry didn't even remember saying the incantation. Snape's mouth was forming words, urgently, but no sound was reaching Harry's ears. Now. His hand was not shaking and it took him only a second to take aim. Now. He'd done it.

The killing curse had not been necessary against Voldemort, but now he'd used it, for maybe the first and the last time in his whole life. It was right. It was good. Progressively he could feel the air enter his lungs again, noises could be heard outside, things came back into focus. Ginny's hand twitched unexpectedly. His heart gave a leap in his chest.