Chapter 1 : The Real Hero
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I watched as The-Boy-Who-Lived dueled with Voldemort. I had realized what most had not. Harry Potter could not kill Voldemort. He could not use the killing curse on him. There was not enough passion.
“Avada Kedavera!” He tried desperately to kill the man- no beast who was at fault for this whole war. Nothing happened when he shouted those words. There was no green light, he did not mean them. He needed passion. Someone had to give him the passion or he would die. I looked around, but nobody moved. They were in their own duels with Death Eaters. I had finished mine off just a minute before.
There’s a scream. I look and see that Luna is being tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange. Hopefully Neville Longbottom will save her. I cannot help. I must help Harry. I try to make my way to him, but Death Eaters get in my way. “Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!” It’s no use. There are too many. “Avada Kedavera!” The green light hits one and he falls.
They close in their ranks and advance on me. I do not know what to do when three Aurors come up from behind me. Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, and Kingsley Shacklebolt. They fight the Death Eaters which allows me to look for Harry. I see him, over on the hill. He screams with pain and I know I have little time. Voldemort laughs and smirks at Harry.
A red light steaks toward Harry, but Hermione Granger takes it and falls to the ground. Dead I presume. Harry cringes and turns to the Death Eater who killed her, but Ron Weasley yells. “Don’t bother, Harry!”
I keep heading to Harry. To Voldemort. I have to save Harry. Not only because he is our savior, our only hope for the war, but I love him. I love him more than anyone else could possibly love him. He should know. When we went out I tried to show him, but maybe I didn’t because he broke up with me anyways.
A green light flashes towards him, but it misses. What if he dies? I don’t think I could stand it if he did. “Harry!” He turned around to look at me. His face was confused, but I smiled. I wanted my smile to give him hope.
Then Voldemort shot a curse at him. Harry dodged and went back to the duel. He needed his full concentration to win. And even then he would need anger towards Voldemort. I can only think of one way to help him: sacrifice myself. If Voldemort kills me, Harry can take advantage of that and kill him. The wizarding world needs Harry to defeat Voldemort and the only way he can do that is if I die.
My brain is on its own now. I have no control over what I’m doing. Stay back! I scream at myself. Harry can do fine without you! But I’m lying. Harry can’t do fine without me. If I die, I’ll just be another sacrifice in the war. I love you Harry. I know you don’t love me, but I will always love you.
I step closer to the battle. All I can do is focus on my steps. I’m nearing Voldemort, who is worse than Grindelwald. He turns on me and shoots a curse. I’m expected to at least try to dodge it, but I don’t. the green light hits me dead on the chest. I collapse.
Harry turns angrily towards Voldemort. He shouts Avada Kedavera, and the green light speeds across the hill. I can see Voldemort collapse. Why haven’t I died? I’m still lying, watching. I try to move, and realize I can’t. Maybe this is dead. I wouldn’t know.
My eyes close. I try to keep them open, but fail. I have no control. The scene before me fades away and then it’s gone.
~*~ Harry’s POV
She collapses to the ground, dead by Voldemort’s wand. He killed her, an innocent bystander and he killed her. The man is evil to the core. My instincts take over. Without realizing it, I say the killing curse. I know I must have, but I have no recollection. I seem to wake up when the light hits Voldemort.
He falls to the ground, dead. I look around and see duels ending. No one notices the girl lying on the ground, no one but me. Running over, I hold her in my arms. I didn’t love her. That’s why she died. She died because I didn’t love her. It’s all my fault, everything is my fault.
Her eyes open, they can’t! It’s impossible, but they do. “Harry… it wasn’t… your… fault…” Her voice drifts off and I think she’s done. “Love… you…”
“No! You can’t die!” I should die, not her. I killed her so I should die. She sacrificed herself for me. “Don’t die,” I whisper. “Please don’t die.”
~*~ 3rd Person POV
Harry cried as he held the body of Cho Chang in his lap.
She was the real hero.
A/N: Same excuse as all my other one-shots: the idea got stuck in my head and I’m torturing the people that read Lost and Found. Hehe. I love feeling evil. Hope you liked it! R&R!
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