The final battle had taken it's toll on all sides. Death after death until the Great Hall was filled with the bodies of those who had fallen. The spirits of the dead watched as their friends and loved ones collected their bodies and slowly faded into the next world. So many dead on both sides, yet all Harry Potter could do was watch as the people he loved and cared for bent shed tears over his broken body. If anything, seeing himself laying there, cold on the stone floor, was more disturbing then anything Voldemort had ever made him witness.
11/23/2016 - 13:26
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He didn't want this. He didn't want the power, the responsibility. He just wanted to rest in peace. But even that is denied.
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