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Chapter 6 : Harry's P.O.V
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“It’s okay, Harry,” she said softly, her grey eyes sparkling with tears - tears of pity. I observed her for a second and saw that she was covered in gashes and bandages. Her left brow was caked in dry blood where the wound above it refused to heal. She limped over to me and sat on the edge of the bed. “It’s not your fault. Ginny needs to know about Ron and Remus. They’re two people who she’s close to and cares about. Moreover she would rather hear it from you. From someone she loves and trusts. Whatever happens it’s not your fault. There was nothing you could do to save them.”
“But it is my fault!” I said, choking on my tears. I didn’t want to cry in front of Tonks and make a fool of myself, even though I suspected that she wouldn’t mind as she was very sensitive and caring. She’d been kind enough to help me write a reply to Ginny’s letter but I wasn’t particularly grateful at that moment - even though I should have been. I admired her as she had lost Remus because of me and she was still trying to help. “I’ve lost everything. Sirius, Dumbledore, Remus and now Ron. And I suppose Ginny hates me now. The letter was about something happy, the birth if our baby, and I’ve spoilt it by telling her that her friend and brother are dead. Ron saved my life and I’m so much of a lousy friend that I couldn’t save him too. remus has always been there for me but I wasn't there for him was I? I''ve failed everyone.” I couldn’t speak anymore. I buried my face in my hands, ashamed if myself for opening up to someone. I never showed anyone that I was upset - not even Ginny. I usually got angry to try and hide my pain but this time and couldn’t get angry. “It’s my fault they're dead!”
“No it’s not!” Tonks said firmly. “What about all the times you did save Ron? What about the times you found those Horcruxes? What about all those times you convinced us all to go on when we all lost hope? What about all those times you helped Remus to get his strength back up after he'd transformed? So don’t you ever say that it’s your fault and that you’re a lousy friend! You’re the best friend anyone could have and Ron was lucky to have you. And Remus loved you like you were a son so don't you ever say that you've failed anyone.” And with that she got up and hobbled over to the owlery to post my letter.
“But I have lost everything,” I thought to myself, wallowing in my self pity. Why was I being so pathetic?
“We’ve got another one Alistor! They’re dropping like flies! The battle might have stopped but those curses are just starting to kick in!”
I craned my neck to see what was going on. Healers were charming a stretcher to float towards a bed. Lay in a bloody mess was a man who was shaking vigorously and whimpering in pain.
“Tom! I need to see him!” panicked a tall and gaunt blonde-haired girl with piercing blue eyes. Harry recognised her immediately as Tonks’ best friend, Angelina.
“Ange, please,” begged Moody, trying to restrain her. “There’s nothing we can do.”
“Don’t lie to me Moody! There must be something you can do!” she screamed hysterically.
Harry suddenly realised that the man in the stretcher was David, Angelina’s fiancé. They were both aurors, and members of the order so they had been chosen to fight in the war. They had willingly agreed, not knowing that something as tragic as this would happen.
“Ange, just calm down!” barked Moody, grabbing her in an attempt to stop her from struggling.
“I’ll calm down if you let me see him!” she spat, her tear stained face red with a mixture of grief and anger. I had never seen her like this. I had always known her as being very shy, quiet and very placid.
“You can sweetheart but you must calm down. He needs you as much as you need him, Don’t spend your last moments with him like this.”
Angelina calmed down and made her way over to David’s side. Moody conjured up a chair and she slowly sat down, her big blue eyes never leaving David’s once handsome face. Healers stopped surrounding him and trying to stop hum from bleeding as they had all realised that there was nothing they could do.
“Angie,” David whispered. He shakily lifted his hand and gently placed it in hers.
“It’ll be a matter of minutes, Ange,” Moody said, his voice unusually soft and sensitive. Angelina gently stroked David’s face, carefully avoiding the large gash on his forehead. “Everything’s going to be okay. I’m here now,” she said, desperately trying to be strong.
“You can cry Ange,” he wheezed,” R-r-rember what I t-t-old you when we first met? You can always cry in front of me. You don’t…y-ou don’t h-have to put on a brave face.”
“I love you so much,” she said, still trying to hold back the tears. “You’re going to be alright. I promise.”
“Ange, I know what’s happening. I’m going, I know I am. But promise me that you’ll be strong and carry on. I want you to find someone else. I want you to be happy. I need you to do that for me. Promise?” he said, his shaking calming down and his speech becoming less muffled.
“I…I promise,” she said, her voice trembling as she gave in and started to cry. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” he smiled. I was amazed that he was being so calm and strong. She lent over and planted a kiss on his lips. Suddenly, David started to gasp for breath and was shaking again. The healers tried to calm him down but it was no use. He became quieter until there was silence and he was completely still. His honey-brown eyes remained wide open, lifeless.
“David?” Angelina asked as she shook him.
“He’s gone.” said Moody.
Angelina admitted defeat and sank into the chair, burying her face in her hands. “He can’t leave me! I love him! He can‘t leave me!” she sobbed, burying her face into Moody’s chest.
My head shot up as Tonks came back. She stopped in her tracks as she saw the state that her friend was in. “Ange?” she said, limping as fast as she could over to her. Watching someone lose the love of their life made me think twice.
“I’ve got to snap out of this,” I said to myself. I was lucky that I still had Ginny and my little girl. I had to carry on. I climbed out of my bed and headed for the exit. A healer tried to stop me and insisted that I was in no state to leave but I just ignored him and carried on.
“Where are you going?” asked Moody.
“I’m leaving with the rest of them for the next battle. They need me.”
“But you’re in no state to do that! Your still injured. You were on the receiving end of so many curses…..you can’t just go!” protested another healer.
“Yes I can. And I’m going to.” I marched outside and completely ignored the healers protests. Injured or not I was still going to fight.
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