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436. (sentence) All that was left was death and decay infecting everything beautiful in the world.
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436. Heart and Soul
It was dark when she woke, silent. She peered through the darkness, looking for anything, any sign of life. Seeing nothing she rose, shook the dirt from her hair and started walking. She had done everything she could, given her heart and soul to this war.
She tripped over something, something soft. She bent down, her fingers touched cold flesh. A body, she prayed it wasn't someone she knew. She felt warmth running down her face, she wiped it away, touching the liquid to her tongue. It tasted of rust. Blood, she wondered if it was hers. Her eyes were still adjusting, but all she saw was dim shapes, more lumps on the ground. All around all she was death and destruction.
"Hello?" she called. The air tasted of dust. She would have thought it had all settled by now, how long had she been out?
"Hello, anyone else here?" she screamed. She heard a faint coughing. She ran in that direction, was someone else alive? She had hoped she wasn't alone. She nearly tripped over another body. Her eyes had adjusted enough now, she recognized this one.
"Fred," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.
"Hello?" She didn't recognize the voice calling out, but she moved towards it anyway. A hand grabbed hers.
"I've got you, you're safe now." She squinted in the darkness her head pounding a little.
"Who?"
"Neville. Remember? It's okay, you've got blood on your face." She touched her face, the blood was still there, sticky as it had started to dry.
"This way," Neville said pulling her with him. "Everyone's gathering in the charms classroom for first aid. We can't help the dead," he whispered. She felt her head nod. Neville led her and she saw light, for a few seconds it was blinding, but her eyes adjusted quicker this time.
"Neville, can you give me a hand over here?" someone called. She followed him in a daze.
"Hannah." She paused starting to sway a little. She felt Neville sit her down. Someone started cleaning her face. She felt magic wash over her, a sharp pain in her wrist.
"I thought she was dead," she heard Susan say.
"I found her wandering around the great hall, she's got a head injury, and what looks like a broken wrist," Neville answered. Hannah looked up at him.
"You saved me," she whispered.
"I was just passing back through when I heard someone moving around. I didn't know who it was." Hannah stood up slowly, her head was still pounding, but less so now.
"Thank you," she whispered leaning forward and kissing him on the lips. Neville stood there stunned for a second before returning the kiss wondering why he'd never really noticed Hannah before.