This is it. My final installment. I know that I'm just going to drop off right here, and I'm really sorry about that. But, I can't think of a way to end this, so I'm just going to end it like this. I have read this over once, and I need to warn you that this chapter is somewhat dark. I'm not going to tell you why, although you all ready know why. It has been my pleasure writing for you, and I hope you'll read my stories in the future.
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It had all happened so quickly, no one could believe. That was the year that more deaths had happened at Hogwarts than it had in over a thousand years. After the extremely large funeral, the year flew by.
Ron was the first one pronounced dead. As soon as Voldemort flew out of the place, Dumbledore took one glance at him, and knew that the young boy was gone. When Harry heard this, his whole body flew into shock.
The next day, Madame Pomfrey realized that the trauma the four muggle born students had endured was extremely draining. Justin was the first to go. He was assumed to have died the next night.
When Harry realized that Justin had also died, the amount of pain grew even worse. He had lost his best friend, and a person who had knew very well.
It was about a week later that Genevieve let go. Harry hadn't known her well, but he knew Hermione had, and he knew Hermione would be extremely upset.
Jay, Hermione and the young witch, who was discovered that her name was Alyssa Monroe lay in a deep coma for about two week uninterrupted.
It was assumed that the amount of time they world lay there could range from one day to over a year. Harry was numb the whole time.
Harry was curious, so he did some research on Alyssa. He talked to Dumbledore, and later found out, shockingly, that Alyssa had been engaged to Sirius when they were in their late teens. They had broken it off because their parents forbid them to get married. Almost on time, Alyssa passed away the next day.
As the month went on, Harry felt his hatred grow stronger for Voldemort. Voldemort had taken the life of his parents, his best friend, his godfather, the only woman his godfather had ever loved, and two very close friends. But that wasn't the worst to come.
Jay had woken in the middle of December, two months after he had been kidnapped. But when Madame Pomfrey checked on his the next morning, he was dead.
Harry watched sat with Hermione constantly, even though worry filled his stomach. All four people taken by Voldemort had died, and Hermione had definitely endured the most shock.
So in early January, Harry thought he was dreaming when Hermione opened her large brown eyes. "Hermione!" he said, dropping the book he was reading.
"Harry," she croaked weakly.
"What is it?" he asked.
"He's gone, isn't he?" Hermione asked, her eyes beginning to flutter.
Harry bit his lip, not wanting to tell her that her true love was dead. Harry nodded solemnly.
Hermione nodded before she passed back into unconsciousness. Harry sat there for a little while just watching her. Her body then began to go into extreme convulsions.
Harry jumped up and tried to hold her down as he called for Madame Pomfrey. She came running. As Hermione began to stop and lay limply on the bed, Madame Pomfrey grabbed her wrist to make sure her heart wasn't beating to fast.
Madame Pomfrey dropped the worst, and Harry knew what was coming. "She's gone," Madame Pomfrey said silently.
Harry knew that that was it. He couldn't handle this anymore. He ran out of the school and just ran into the woods.
He just stayed running. He couldn't handle any of it. It was too overwhelming. But then again, could you blame him? He lost his two best friends, three good friends, his only family that loved him and his godfather's ex-fiancé. All that stress on the seventeen year old boy wasn't exactly happiness.
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All of the funerals were held in early February. Madame Pomfrey had realized all of them were going to die after Justin died, but she didn't want to tell anyone, so she kept it a secret.
All the families along with the students and the teachers filled the small hill. Mr. and Mrs. Finch-Fletchley (is that Justin's name?) sat there, just staring ahead.
Mr. and Mrs. Alexander were obviously trying to cry, but you could make out the small tear tracks down there face.
Mr. And Mrs. Granger and the Weasley's, on the other hand, were full out sobbing. Mrs. Weasley couldn't stop shaking and Mrs. Granger was hyperventilating because she was crying so much.
Most of the teachers were crying, except of course, for Snape. But would you expect him to cry? The enitre student body was crying as well. The girls had loved Jay because he was cute. Genevieve was just a sweet soul. Justin was always there for a laugh. Hermione always helped people if they were confused by something. Ron, well, he was Ron.
Alyssa had only been 25, so her parents were easily seen for they were somewhat older than the rest.
But many students wondered why Tonks, Lupin, and Mad-Eye Moody were there. Why? Well, it was because Harry Potter was dead.
Harry committed suicide two days after Hermione's death. All that was found with him was a bloody knife that he had slit his throat with and a letter. It explained that he wouldn't be able to do it anymore. This wizard had cost him too much. He was sorry that he was leaving the world defenseless against Voldemort, for he was one of the only ones who could stop Voldemort. But he had needed to do this.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was closed the next year.
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I'm, sorry I ended it like that. But I had no idea how to. That was a little odd to end it like that. But I thought it would have sounded funny if people lived even thought the circumstances were grave. Would the impact of this story have been as deep as it is now if Ron had somehow miraculously lived? No, so I did it like this. Please don't hate me for this.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the story Can You Handle It? I enjoyed writing it, and although I don't know if I'll be writing another Harry Potter story, I am happy you guys stuck with me, especially through my writer's block periods. Thanks.
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