I couldn't help it. Tears started streaming down my face. I pulled myself up even though I felt like I had died as well. It kept happening. Everyone I loved was being taken away from me. I placed my hand under her head and lifted it up. Her face looked so peaceful, maybe she had gone peacefully, and painlessly. None of the healers tried to stop me when I lifted her head close to mine, closed my eyes and gently kissed her. Recreating the scene she remembered last. I hoped she could feel it before she…moved on. Someone screamed from behind me. I placed her gently back down. Nothing really matter then. At that moment, I was numb. I couldn't feel anything and I guess that was a good thing. Better to be numb then to feel pain. But I needed to feel pain. I needed to suffer. I needed to die. Some of the healers gasped again. I turned around finally, and I thought my heart skipped a beat. The potion that had whistled had stopped. Then I saw it. The miricle…a puff of smoke rose from the potion. Followed by another, and another, until it was steady. I stumbled backwards. I felt overwhelmed with happiness. Then, I remember falling and hitting something, there was a loud crack, followed by a sickening pain that ran through my skull and then darkness took over.
I know, I know. Another really short chapter…although not as short as the last one. And for all you people who hate deaths, well, it's not so bad. That doesn't mean someone dies, but it doesn't mean someone doesn't. You just have to read to find out. Sorry for the wait. I'm working on my other story right now! If you haven't checked it out Harry Potter and the Power of Love is a little more action-filled.
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