[Dark was the Night]
Viktor was certain dying didn't hurt as much as this did, and that there was no hitting a damp floor after death. The sudden burning in Viktor's eyes told him that they weren't actually closed, rather they were filled with something else.
Hair? That would certainly explain the need to blink, and the urge to keep his eyes closed. But that meant that the sudden weight that was on his chest was… Harry? Did that mean that the Killing Curse had hit Harry instead of him?
Impossible! Viktor refused to believe such a thing, because Harry couldn't… die.
Viktor couldn't feel movement, though, and for a moment it seemed like time stood still. Viktor couldn't tell what had happened to the other two men, because he couldn't hear them anymore. They didn't matter. All that mattered was the weight on his chest that was… was it getting lighter? That certainly didn't make sense!
Brushing the hair away from his face, Viktor finally opened his eyes. The graveyard still surrounded him, but Harry's body seemed to be… disintegrating?
Viktor wasn't sure if he was going into shock, but he was certain that didn't happen to someone who died. It took weeks at the very least! At this rate there wouldn't even be a body to take back!
The magic that Viktor hadn't noticed surrounding him until then disappeared, and Viktor felt truly alone within the graveyard for the first time.
He didn't notice as the rows of gravestones returned, and the cold mist faded to a lighter one. His eyes remained on the disintegrating form of Harry.
And Viktor was tugged backwards, away from the sand that was left, and away from the graveyard that no longer looked as terrifying as it once did.