Chapter 1 : Battlefield
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"Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine" - Taylor Swift. I'd Lie.
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I was very happy to be released from the prison that was the room of requirement, though admittedly I knew I had shown it too. Harry told me that I must return as soon as he had finished in there. I agreed solemnly. I knew he was doing it for my protection, but I couldn’t stand not fighting whilst everyone else was. It was tearing me apart not knowing where everyone was. I had fought in the department of mysteries, did that not count?
I pouted slightly as I waited outside the room. The corridor that surrounded me was quiet…eerily quiet. My eyes darted from one end to the other, yet each time I found nothing. I shivered. It really was creepy up here. I looked back to the wall where the room of requirement was hidden. Harry had been in there a while now. I looked back down to the other end of the corridor. It seemed silly sitting here, waiting, and doing nothing. I looked once more to the wall. There was still no sign of the room of requirement.
This was it, my chance to escape the cell. I turned around quickly to check I wasn’t being watched. When I saw nothing I ran as quickly as I could to fight, defend and help. I ran through the corridors as fast as I could, stopping for no one. I was looking for my family. I listened closely for any sign of where they were, until I saw a group of redheads in the great hall. I sighed deeply, all the panic leaving my body leaving nothing but determination. I seemed to be looking at them a little too long as I saw a spell miss me by inches. I drew my wand and begun the fight against the evil that had penetrated the castle. Harry was in the back of my mind. I could not show how much he meant to me. I knew the danger it would put me in. My heart ached. Actually no, my whole body ached. I was tired now. I needed to rest. I was already exhausted. Despite my exhaustion, I continued to duel the Death Eater in front of me for a little while longer, until our battle was interrupted by a high pitch voice. The voice made me feel sick. It was an awful feeling.
I listened carefully as the voice commanded his troops to retreat and told Harry not to be a coward. I gulped loudly. I wanted to scream at the voice, to tell him that Harry was no coward. I was prepared to defend him to the death. I loved him. I noticed a group of eyes staring at me, whispering in hushed voices. They looked terrified. I glanced toward them, until I noticed what they were surrounding. I looked down at the lifeless body of my brother. I stared unblinkingly for an eternity, walking over to them. I knelt down besides him and closed his eyes gently as silent tears fell down my face. I felt an arm being placed around me gently, as I was lifted up. I did not care whose arm it was, I just followed them silently to a corner of the room and sat, tears streaming form my already swollen eyes. I glanced at the stranger next to me. Hermione’s soft brown eyes looked into mine. She opened herself up and gave me a comforting embrace. Neither of us said a word until we parted. I rubbed my eyes, and wiped away the tears from my face.
The battle was only ceased temporarily. I walked back over to Fred, who looked as though he was sleeping. I looked to my family who were helping with the clean up. I inhaled deeply. Now was not the time to grieve. I looked back to Fred, and told him that I would return shortly. I turned my back and walked away until my eyes settled on a young girl who was crying. I sat down next to her and gently patted her back as she cried into my shoulder. I couldn’t help but think of Harry. I wished it was him sat next to me, but I knew Harry wouldn’t cry. No matter how bad things got for him, he didn’t cry. I wished he was alright. Nobody had seen him since he had left the room of requirement. I felt uneasy. I felt something brush past me. I turned around quickly, my wand clutched tightly at my side. I saw nothing.
My heart raced. I wandered whether that was Harry. I had definitely felt something move behind me. I wanted to shout at him, to tell him I loved him. I wanted to scream at him not to leave me here. He didn’t have to go. Why was he so stupid? He didn’t have to go to Voldemort. I was prepared to fight. We’d all fight for him. Why was he leaving? I walked to where he had passed, but nothing stirred. He had already gone. I could not take it. I felt as though my heart was being ripped from my chest. I grabbed the young girl and commanded her to follow me. I ran back to Ron and Hermione.
“He’s gone. Harry’s gone!” I wanted to cry. My world was crashing down around me, my walls were caving, yet nobody was doing anything to stop them. Ron and Hermione looked at me helplessly. I knew there was nothing they could do, but they could at least try. I screeched at the two of them, until finally I was gently moved by my father. I buried my head in his chest, thinking about all of the things I should have said to Harry before he had gone. Did he know I loved him? Did he know I would fight for him a thousand times over just to get one more second with him?
I cried for an eternity, until finally there was noise outside. I hadn’t even noticed how quiet the castle had been until I heard the noise approaching. Many people glanced around, hoping someone would give a clue as to where the noise was coming from. Finally Kingsley opened the doors of the great hall to reveal the source. A sea of Death Eaters entered the Great Hall, Lord Voldemort at the helm. Harry was thrown in the middle of the Great Hall. I didn’t care who knew that I loved him now. I didn’t care what danger I was in. I wanted him to be alive, but there he was, unmoving on the floor. He had gone. I loved him, and he’d gone. I didn’t even say goodbye.
My heart shattered.
I cried for him. I cried for the two of us. He never cried. I did.
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