Signs of life
Day 69.
Here we stood. At the gates of our school. As we pushed on the gates it opened with ease. We knew that the Dementor's had placed a sealing charm on the doors but we were going to get in there any how.
We walked up to the door and Hermione pushed on it. Ron helped her and soon everyone was pushing against each other. Except Draco. He was standing there watching us with amusement playing across his face. When we knew that it was still sealed and there was no hope, we stopped. In my fatigue I leant up against the door with my hand gently on it. It opened immediately. Now of course in the movies I would spring into the Hall with my wnad drawn shooting at everything. Except it didn't quite happen like that. I went crashing to the floor and Ron rushed over to me but as a result he tripped over my feet and also crashed to the marble floor. Everyone crowded around us to check on us and once they had confirmed that we were ok, Hermione stood up to look around.
'Ginny.' She whispered, 'Look!'
We all
took the chance to look around the hall. It spelt out plain despair.
Bodies wrapped in black cloaks were piled one on top of the other,
twisted at odd angles, sporting various injuries. Hermione whimpered
softly, their eyes wide open, glassy eyes staring into space. I will
never forget that scene. Death Eaters and members of the Order alike.
There was no sign of life. It was terrifying. There were Dementor's
with their cloaks thrown back over their heads.
It was scary to
look at their inhuman face. Nobody had ever seen under a Dementor's
hood. But now as I remember it, I wish I never had seen it.
But slowly my heart began to fill with dread. This wasn't good. Ron stepped forward tentatively. Hermione reached out to stop him but he stopped her with his hand. 'I'll be fine.'
We began to walk towards the marble stairs, all hoping that those faces didn't look familiar. Just as we did my heart dropped. I most definitely knew that face. I had looked upon it when I was at home. I remembered being three and waving a sticky hand at him as he left for work. Maybe it was somebody who looked like him. But as I knelt down by the body I knew it was only true. My father was dead. I began to cry and Ron sprinted over to me. When he saw what I was looking at he stared wide-eyed at our dad.
Ron put his arms around my shoulders and he began to cry into my back. Through my numb pain, I was shocked. Even after 16 years of knowing Ron, I had never seen him breakdown before. But this was bad. I wondered about my mum. Was she alright? But my question was answered before I had finished thinking it. Within a gut wrenching moment I had seen my mothers face in amongst the pile. She had died metres within my father. Where my father had died instantly, Mum had died slowly. When I reached her, she was just alive. Her face was scratched, torn and bloody. Her blank eyes passed over my face and she whispered, 'Ginny. I love you and Ron so much. Never ever forget that, the ones that love us never leave us.'
I clamped her icy hand. 'Mum! You'll be ok!' I cried, tears streaming harder and harder down my face. But then she took her last breath and she went limp.
This was just to much for me. I broke down, resting my head on the hand I was holding. With trembling fingers, I closed her eyes and then Ron came up to me. 'Ginny?'
He saw mum and he shook silently. We turned away sadly, this was war. We had been torn apart by this war. Percy had turned his back on our family because of it. And my brothers and I were orphans now. I dried my face, knowing I would have to come back to them later. Then Hermione stopped dead. We kept walking up the marble stairs. Signs of battle continued. Some people had fallen down the stairs and died there. Others were in the hallway.
As we continued to look for survivors, I began to feel worse. With great relief, I saw Fred, he was kneeling over someone. His face was scratched and he bore the signs of someone who had been put under a number of curses. I sighed with relief and I called, 'Fred!'
My brother spun around with his wand out but when he saw me, his face split into a large relieved grin.
'Ginny! Ron! You're all alright!'
I nodded and hugged my brother lovingly. And we continued with my brothers. About an hour later an awful scene met my eyes. There lay the body of Voldemort. We all sighed. He was gone. No matter how bad things were looking we were safe. But then I saw him.
He was lying on the marble floor limp and cold.
'Harry!'
My feet pelted the ground with super-human force. I sprinted further forward. Finally I reached him. I dropped to my knees, knowing that the rest of the group weren't that far behind me. I held his hand and felt for a pulse. I felt for signs of breathing.
Was he alive?
A/N: He he he he! Hows that for evil hey! Sorry it's short but I will have the next chappie up soon. But you know Maths Assignment (unfortunately) takes preference.
