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A Life Left Behind

The End of All Things…

"AVADA KEDAVRA"

The noise seemed to echo as Harry saw the cold, evil, red eyes of Voldemort go blank. Then there seemed to be an explosion and Harry was knocked off of his feet, anyone left standing was knocked down as well.

Harry laid there on the ground for what felt like a lifetime. As he lifted his head however, the smoke and dust had just begun to settle. There were bodies everywhere and Harry seemed to be the only one moving.

Next to him through the smoke he could see Dumbledore's body; he had thrown himself in front of a killing curse aimed at Harry. As the smoke and dust began to clear the air some more he could make out more of the bodies, he had seen them die, he had watched as the people around him died, the people he loved die.

He saw the matriarch of the Weasley household lying in front of Mr. Weasley and Bill; she had tried to sacrifice herself for them but it was too late, Death Eaters had them cornered and they all were killed.

The twins had been fighting back to back giving their enemies real hell. George was hit with a flash of green light and just as Fred turned around to aid his brother he was hit by another hex and was sent sailing through the air and slammed into the ground hard not to move again.

Charlie was cornered by a Death Eater and tossed against a wall that then crashed down upon him. Snape had been killed by the Dark Lord himself, after he killed Lucius Malfoy. Neville had gotten his revenge on Bellatrix Lestrange but only to be tortured to insanity and killed by Theodore Nott.

Harry finally got to his feet even though his entire body told him to lie down and die like everyone else had. Where Voldemort had just stood, there was nothing but ashes and a broken wand. He had done it he had killed the Dark Lord, fulfilled his destiny.

All thoughts of rejoicing were quickly obliterated when he looked at the bodies around him again. Across the clearing where Harry and Voldemort had been dueling there were Hermione and Ron holding each other in an intimate embrace. Hermione was hit by a severe slicing hex, Ron, admitting his love for her only days before, was holding her as she died in his arms, and he was then hit by the killing curse.

Percy was not at the final battle; he was instructed to stay at the Ministry and keep an eye out while the minister and everyone else came to Hogwarts to fight. All of the Weasleys were gone all except Percy, Percy … and GINNY!

Harry searched franticly. He had seen her dueling against Malfoy last; she had to be here somewhere.

Harry spotted her long red hair; she was about a hundred meters away. He ran too her ignoring the immense pain it brought to him.

She was lying on the ground with dirt and mud all over her. Harry knelt down beside her and cradled her cold lifeless body.

NOOO! He couldn't lose her too. She was all he had left, all her ever wanted. He loved her.

He had never told her though. He wanted to tell her so many times before but he had to wait, wait to when no one was a target anymore, when they were safe to live happily ever after. How could she have died? It wasn't fair.

Hot tears began to escape Harry's eyes; he didn't try to wipe them away because holding her was more important. He brought her body against his and hugged her hoping she would hug back.

Harry remembered a time when he had the chance to tell her how he felt but decided not to at the last moment. He didn't know why, if he was scared, worried, trying to protect her or not, he just didn't say it. He wished he could go back and tell her but it was too late.

"Hey, Harry, what are you doing out here?" Ginny questioned him as she crossed the Quidittch Pitch on here broom.

"Oh nothing much," said Harry blandly. He noticed an unsatisfied look on her face and added, "…just thinking".

"What were you thinking about?"

Harry paused awhile contemplated telling Ginny it was her he was thinking about but was interrupted when she added,

"You can tell me I won't say a word to anyone," there was a look of caring and compassion in her eyes when she said it. So he started to tell her what he was feeling without revealing too much.

"Well I really like this girl and I don't know if I should tell her how I feel or not," Harry said cautiously.

"Hum, well, how much do you like her, is it a crush or is it something more?" Ginny asked

"Something more, I think I am in love with her," Harry replied without thinking and quickly regretted saying it by the dark look that flashed in Ginny's eyes.

"Oh… so who is it?" she asked returning to the comforting attitude she had before.

"Err," what was he going to say, should he say 'you' or 'I love you', then quickly decided against it, "I can't say."

The dark look flashed in her eyes again and lingered a little longer. Harry didn't know if that meant she was upset that she did not tell him or upset by the nature of his response.

"Well, Harry, the best advice I can give you is, if you really love her that much you should tell her"

"Er, thanks Ginny that …er, really means a lot to me."

"It really nothing Harry," she said in a cold and distant voice like all of her drive had just been sucked out of her, she sat there for a little while staring into the distance then finished quietly, "don't mention it."

She said a quick goodbye, turned around and flew back down to the ground.

Harry clutched her next to his never wanting to let go. He cried into her hair as he smelt it one last time.

He gave her another squeeze and looked at her face.

"Goodbye, Ginny"

He leaned over to her face and whispered to her.

"I will always love you."

He than kissed her on the cheek and wiped away the tears that had fallen on her face.

He layed her down gently and brushed her hair away from her face and slowly stood back up.

He looked around again and spotted Remus Lupin a few meters away.

Harry swiftly walked up to him. Lupin had a silver hand poking out of a deep wound on his bloody side and Wormtail next to him, who looked like he bled to death from his missing hand. The silver in the hand must have killed the old werewolf.

That was the last Harry could take of it, he dropped to the ground on his knees next to Lupin. He was the last of the real marauders, and killed by his childhood friend, the same man who had led to his parents and Sirius's deaths. All of the Marauders died at the hands of one of there own.

Lupin was the only tie to family he had left, he couldn't take this; it was too much.

"Oh, Lupin," Harry cried to his dead godfather. "How could this have happened? Once Voldemort is gone everyone is supposed to be okay and we were supposed to be happy. Everyone isn't supposed to die and leave me alone. I have been alone through all of this, you all weren't supposed to leave me alone when it was over, too."

Harry stopped to breathe for a bit and gain a little composure.

"I don't know how I am going to make it now. Ron and Hermione are gone, so I have no friends. You are gone, so now I have no family and Ginny is gone, so I have no one to love. How am I going to live? I have no one, even Dumbledore is gone. What am I to do now?"

as if comign to a sudden conclusion Harry abruptly stood up and looked around at the dead bodies scattering the ground, both friend and foe. He could not take it, no more death, no more war, no more… no more.

He began to run; he had to get away form the loss, the pain. He had nothing left to live for, at least not in the wizarding world.

He ran and ran until the pain became to excruciating; he passed out where he was standing.