Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me.


The war rages on. I try to save everyone, but I can't. Tonks. Lupin. Dobby. Hedwig. Dumbledore. Snape. Moody. No matter how hard I try, how careful I am, I cannot save all that I love. Perhaps it is because I love too much. But no, I quickly erase that thought. There is not enough love in the world, and it needs all the love it can get.

"I know that many of you will want to fight. Some of you may even think that to fight is wise. But this is a folly. Give me Harry Potter. Do this and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave Hogwarts untouched. Give me Harry Potter, and you will be rewarded. You have one hour."

I would like to say that Harry wouldn't be foolish enough to fall for that, but he is. And he does. Voldemort knew his weakness, his weakness is just like mine. Love. Love for his friends, for his school, for everyone around him. And just like that, the Chosen One is gone.


"Hermione, just know that I have always loved you, and I always will love you. Just remember me, okay? Remember me."

"What? Ron, what are you doing?"

"Harry has always been the hero. Now that he is gone, somebody has to take his place."


He gives me one hard kiss, one that surprises me, then looks up. His eyes are wet.

Then he raises the Sword, and runs into the crowd, screaming. For a second, I laugh. He is so cute with his scream, I don't think I can ever take it seriously. But then I realize where he is running. Straight towards the snake. Straight towards Death.

I scream.