Chapter 16: The War of Prophecy 1021
Everybody was throwing curses left and right. Harry was fighting Snape; Ron was fighting Bellatrix Lestrange; Hermione was fighting Malfoy; they were all fighting with absolute vigor and valiance, as if they thought they were immortal. The truth to the matter being, they believed the second they were in danger their 'wind' would come and save them.
"Avada Kedav-" Snape started, but before he could finish his eyes widened with shock and the words died in his mouth.
"Avada Kedavra," Harry cried, and Snape slowly fell to the ground, his back bending in an arc, almost gracefully. Everybody in the street watched, as if in slow motion. The Death Eaters were shocked: their new Dark Lord… dead in a few weeks. The Order looked horrified at Harry: of course he hadn't been the same ever since he killed Voldemort, but they had never thought that he would do it again. Of course, they knew it had to be done, they had been meaning to stun the Death Eaters… but Harry had set example… they had to kill them.
They all slowly turned back to their attacker, and returned to the fight, their destination set firmly and grimly in their minds.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Ron yelled, as he was knocked to the ground in the Crucio curse. His insides were being ripped out he was bleeding to death. He felt a sensation that was burning, freezing, ripping, tearing, oozing, and bleeding all at once. He was in the deepest, darkest pit in Hell. The pit was impossible to exit. He wished he would die, he wanted the pain to stop; he didn't care about life anymore.
Harry was feeling considerable pain too, but he, unlike Ron, did not have an attacker and he did not have the Crucius curse on him. He, unlike Ron, knew exactly what was happening as if a flashing, neon sign in his head was flashing the answer. His soul was being ripped out, his energy was being sucked out, and his life was slowly leaking from his body. Then it stopped and he fell to the ground, still, but alive.
Lestrange fell down… down… down… dead, nobody had cursed her. Nobody knew how she had died.
"Avada Ke-" Fred's attacker started.
Once again, Harry felt pain beyond pain. More life fled his body. Fred's attacker slumped to the ground.
This happened again and again, saving member after member of the Order. Harry losing more and more life, soul, and energy. He knew he was dying, the Order couldn't help him; he would die. He remembered, as if in a trance, a dream he had had once. Ginny and he had been about to be married… he grunted as more life fled from his body… and they had been in their honeymoon suite. Tears leaked from closed eyes… he would give anything to be with Ginny every second for the rest of his life: he loved her.
There was one more fight going on, Ginny was fighting a Dark Eater twice her age, with twice her experience. Harry had flash of insight. When the Order members had needed him his life had been sucked from his body, but know, at the moment of his death he had the choice. He could live and let Ginny die, or save Ginny and die. This may sound like a choice, but it wasn't, not for Harry.
He let his life go. He felt the last of his reserve flow towards Ginny's attacker. The attacker and he, as one, died. The Death Eater falling slowly to the street's ground, he turned over so he lay on his back, his wide empty eyes staring into the night sky.
The Order watched Harry, horrified, they sensed that he was dead. They could feel what was left of his soul lifting from his body, and they heard a whisper in the night air,
"I love you, Ginny, always have, always will."
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