I was tired and Death Eaters, who I was sure I knew from my years at Hogwarts, surrounded me. The bangs and cries of the battle raging around the castle and grounds reached my ears and I closed my eyes. The Death Eaters had only just gotten into the castle but already it was getting out of hand. I had arrived late and so I didn't know where anyone was. I also didn't know who was there. I tried to drown out the sounds of battle so that I could pay attention to the Death Eaters standing around me. I opened my eyes and looked at each of them in turn. I concentrated as I began to duel all ten of them at the same time.
For the past two years I had been feeding information to the Order of the Phoenix on Voldemort and the movements of the Death Eaters. This is made hard by the fact that I had never joined them but Dumbledore had decided that my knowledge was useful. When he had died my information was no longer useful seeing as no one else had known that I had been giving them information. For the past two years I had been trying to prove that I was good enough for him. I had seen him a few times over the past two years but we had never had the chance to speak even though I had gone into their joke shop. Whenever he had seen me he had smiled and winked at me, letting me know that he was waiting till the day we could be together.
Tonight was my chance to prove to everyone that I wasn't your average Slytherin. It was my chance to show that I could be with him. That I wanted to be with him and he wanted to be with me. Once the Death Eaters were all unconscious I checked my arm where there was a large gash. I ignored them and began to make my way through the castle, Stunning or killing Death Eaters as I went.
'Well, well, if it isn't the disowned one?' I turned around and saw three Death Eaters, holding their wands a loft.
'Least I'm not on the losing side.' They laughed at me then and I couldn't blame them for that. I sounded more confident in that statement than I felt. But I knew not to show it. I knew better than that.
'Fightin' for Hogwarts then? Fightin' alongside Mudbloods and Blood Traitors? Pathetic,' One of them spat on the floor at my feet. 'Well you won't see the end of this fight. You'll be dead long before then.' We began to duel and I had to admit that I had never fought so hard before in all my short life. I used any spell that came into my head and after a while I realised that some of the spells were Dark Magic and I quickly changed tact. As soon I changed tact I felt a searing pain in my right shoulder. The world seemed to slow as I looked at my shoulder and saw a deep gash. I staggered on my feet but managed to keep fighting. The fighting continued and my list of injuries grew. There was a gash on my shoulder, a gash on my arm, a bruise blooming on my face, a limp due to another gash, and I cut running down from hairline to my lip, over my right eye. I knew that I couldn't keep this up much longer but I was dong my best.
All of sudden there was a great white-hot searing pain in my chest. I gasped and blinked, not fully comprehending. The Death Eaters were laughing at me, laughing at my pain. I staggered and fell to my knees, my wand slipping from my grip and clattering to the floor. All noise left the world and all my senses were concentrated on he gaping hole in the middle of my chest. The blackness began to overwhelm me and my eyes rolled back into my head…
'Wasn't she in Slytherin?' The question entered my consciousness and my eyes flitted open. The doomed ceiling of the Great Hall swam before my eyes and I could hear people talking, crying, wailing. I wondered if the fight was over but I doubted it seeing as the people weren't celebrating.
'Can you hear me?' I looked into the eyes of a woman and nodded. 'Does your chest still hurt?' I closed my eyes and thought about the dull pain and nodded. She set about her work and I lost focus. She finally said that I was okay and helped me to my feet. I was a little unsteady at first but once that passed I began to heal the others. I could tell that those who recognised me were surprised but they didn't say anything. There were two reasons why I started trying to heal the injured. Because it was the right thing to do and because I couldn't bring myself to look at the bodies of those who had died, fearing that he would be there. I could feel the eyes of many people on me, no doubt wondering if this was some trick. After a while they stopped watching me and went back to their mourning.
When Voldemort's voice broke through the silence of mourning I almost started crying. Not because of his voice but because I couldn't stand not knowing who was dead because of the man behind the voice. As the proclamation of Harry Potter's death spread people began to head out to see if it was true. Even those who were injured. I was left alone with those who were dead.
For a long time I couldn't move. I stood there with my back to the row of dead people with my eyes shut tightly. I didn't want to turn. I didn't want to see if he was there. I turned around very slowly and began to scan the dead faces. I recognised the faces of students and teachers, Order members and others yet that I didn't know. My heart stopped. Red hair, could it be…?
The doors to the Great Hall opened and people poured in to escape the giants outside. I made my way through the living bodies and reached the red headed male lying amongst the dead. My heart stopped again…
When the fight was over they would find my body lying on the floor next to the body of the one with whom I had shared a forbidden love. They would find me with my eyes open and a content look upon my face. My hand would be on his and it would be clear to all that we had fallen in love. It would be obvious that I had died instead of living without him. Mrs. Weasley would remark that I would have made an excellent daughter-in-law and she was lying.
Our love had been a forbidden one. There had been no way that we could be together and yet I had loved him. More than anything else. And I now I we would be together for eternity.