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Title: Goodbye
Words: 770
Characters: Harry, Hermione, Neville (Mention of Voldemort, Luna, Ginny, Ron, Dean, Seamus, Patil twins)
Rating: PG for death and references but it's really not that bad
Summary: The Final Battle is over, and Harry says his goodbyes...
Inspired by those interviews that JK Rowling has been giving.
He had seen it all.
He’d watched The Final Battle. He’d watched You-Know-Who defeated by one of his best friends. He’d wanted to help. He’d wanted to jump up and shout some impressive spell, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He’d wanted to help, he really had.
All was still. He looked around, and no one was there. He ran over to his best friend’s body lying unconscious, or possibly dead, on the floor. He kneeled next to him.
“Harry?” he whispered nervously. He pulled up Harry’s sleeve to try and feel a pulse, but he was shaking so much he could only feel his own heartbeat in his throat. He felt his neck, and drew in a sharp breath as he felt something weak beneath his fingertips. Harry’s skin was cut and bruised and slashed all over.
“Can you hear me, Harry?” he asked, a little louder this time. He nervously looked over at You-Know-Who’s body, that had been flung over to the other side of the room in battle, and was now surely completely dead.
Harry’s eyes flickered open. His breathing was shaky, and he blinked rapidly, trying to look around.
“Where… where am I?” Harry asked, and winced as if talking hurt.
“Hogwarts,” he replied.
“Where are Hermione and Ron? And…Ginny and Luna?” Harry asked, “Are they okay? Are they alive? They’re not hurt are they?”
“They’re fine, they went to take care of some Death Eaters a while ago.”
“Neville,” Harry said weakly, “I’m going to die.”
Neville’s eyes widened. He pulled off his torn school robes and folded them, and put them under Harry’s head as a pillow of sorts. Tears stung his eyes but he held them back.
“You can’t,” Neville replied, trying to make Harry comfortable.
“I have to. To make sure Voldemort is fully destroyed.”
Neville winced at the name.
“Sorry,” Harry said, forgetting that he was one of the only people in the Wizarding World who could bring himself to say the name, “I forget.”
Neville smiled a little, “You always did.”
Harry smiled a little too, but shifted around, his face screwing up with pain.
The doors of the Great Hall were flung open and Hermione ran through them, her footsteps echoing off the walls as she raced towards the pair.
“Oh Harry you’re still alive!” she cried, and practically skidded across the floor as she reached them. She kneeled by Harry and Neville, and threw her arms around his neck.
“Careful,” Harry and Neville said in unison. Hermione pulled away.
“Are you alright Harry? We should probably get you to the Infirmary, there’s a bed saved for you-”
“No, Hermione,” he said, clutching his side.
“What do you mean? Look, we can… we can get your cuts cleaned and you can rest somewhere comfortable…” she said, though her tone and face told Neville that she knew exactly why Harry didn’t want to move.
“I’m going to die, I have to,” Harry told her. She nodded furiously.
“Yes, yes, it makes sense, perfect sense,” she muttered.
Neville looked straight at Harry. “When?” he asked.
“Soon. A few minutes, maybe.”
Hermione told them both about the battle outside of the Great Hall; how Ron had been knocked unconscious almost immediately and rushed to the Infirmary; how Ginny and Luna had helped her to take on Malfoy and other various Slytherins, and how most members of the DA had turned up at last and fought until the end. Dean had a broken arm and Seamus had a broken nose, and the Patil twins were unconscious in the Infirmary, but they were the worst casualties.
Harry inhaled sharply.
“Now,” he whispered. Hermione held his hand and tears began streaming down her face. Neville wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Goodbye Harry,” she whispered.
“Goodbye, Hermione, Neville. Tell Ron and Ginny and Luna and everyone I say thanks for their help,” he told her.
“Harry I’m sorry I didn’t help you in The Final Battle,” Neville blurted out. Harry shook his head.
“It’s okay. It was my fight.”
“I wanted to help,” Neville said.
“You did. You let it be. It happened the way it should have. But, now…”
Harry groaned in pain and Hermione clutched his hand tighter.
“I’ll never ever forget you Harry,” Hermione whispered. Harry’s eyes closed and then he was still.
Hermione’s sobs echoed around the Great Hall, and Neville pulled her into a hug. She wouldn’t let go of Harry’s hand, and Neville didn’t try and make her either. He let his own silent tears fall while Hermione cried into his arms for what felt like hours.
Title: Goodbye
Words: 770
Characters: Harry, Hermione, Neville (Mention of Voldemort, Luna, Ginny, Ron, Dean, Seamus, Patil twins)
Rating: PG for death and references but it's really not that bad
Summary: The Final Battle is over, and Harry says his goodbyes...
Inspired by those interviews that JK Rowling has been giving.
He had seen it all.
He’d watched The Final Battle. He’d watched You-Know-Who defeated by one of his best friends. He’d wanted to help. He’d wanted to jump up and shout some impressive spell, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He’d wanted to help, he really had.
All was still. He looked around, and no one was there. He ran over to his best friend’s body lying unconscious, or possibly dead, on the floor. He kneeled next to him.
“Harry?” he whispered nervously. He pulled up Harry’s sleeve to try and feel a pulse, but he was shaking so much he could only feel his own heartbeat in his throat. He felt his neck, and drew in a sharp breath as he felt something weak beneath his fingertips. Harry’s skin was cut and bruised and slashed all over.
“Can you hear me, Harry?” he asked, a little louder this time. He nervously looked over at You-Know-Who’s body, that had been flung over to the other side of the room in battle, and was now surely completely dead.
Harry’s eyes flickered open. His breathing was shaky, and he blinked rapidly, trying to look around.
“Where… where am I?” Harry asked, and winced as if talking hurt.
“Hogwarts,” he replied.
“Where are Hermione and Ron? And…Ginny and Luna?” Harry asked, “Are they okay? Are they alive? They’re not hurt are they?”
“They’re fine, they went to take care of some Death Eaters a while ago.”
“Neville,” Harry said weakly, “I’m going to die.”
Neville’s eyes widened. He pulled off his torn school robes and folded them, and put them under Harry’s head as a pillow of sorts. Tears stung his eyes but he held them back.
“You can’t,” Neville replied, trying to make Harry comfortable.
“I have to. To make sure Voldemort is fully destroyed.”
Neville winced at the name.
“Sorry,” Harry said, forgetting that he was one of the only people in the Wizarding World who could bring himself to say the name, “I forget.”
Neville smiled a little, “You always did.”
Harry smiled a little too, but shifted around, his face screwing up with pain.
The doors of the Great Hall were flung open and Hermione ran through them, her footsteps echoing off the walls as she raced towards the pair.
“Oh Harry you’re still alive!” she cried, and practically skidded across the floor as she reached them. She kneeled by Harry and Neville, and threw her arms around his neck.
“Careful,” Harry and Neville said in unison. Hermione pulled away.
“Are you alright Harry? We should probably get you to the Infirmary, there’s a bed saved for you-”
“No, Hermione,” he said, clutching his side.
“What do you mean? Look, we can… we can get your cuts cleaned and you can rest somewhere comfortable…” she said, though her tone and face told Neville that she knew exactly why Harry didn’t want to move.
“I’m going to die, I have to,” Harry told her. She nodded furiously.
“Yes, yes, it makes sense, perfect sense,” she muttered.
Neville looked straight at Harry. “When?” he asked.
“Soon. A few minutes, maybe.”
Hermione told them both about the battle outside of the Great Hall; how Ron had been knocked unconscious almost immediately and rushed to the Infirmary; how Ginny and Luna had helped her to take on Malfoy and other various Slytherins, and how most members of the DA had turned up at last and fought until the end. Dean had a broken arm and Seamus had a broken nose, and the Patil twins were unconscious in the Infirmary, but they were the worst casualties.
Harry inhaled sharply.
“Now,” he whispered. Hermione held his hand and tears began streaming down her face. Neville wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Goodbye Harry,” she whispered.
“Goodbye, Hermione, Neville. Tell Ron and Ginny and Luna and everyone I say thanks for their help,” he told her.
“Harry I’m sorry I didn’t help you in The Final Battle,” Neville blurted out. Harry shook his head.
“It’s okay. It was my fight.”
“I wanted to help,” Neville said.
“You did. You let it be. It happened the way it should have. But, now…”
Harry groaned in pain and Hermione clutched his hand tighter.
“I’ll never ever forget you Harry,” Hermione whispered. Harry’s eyes closed and then he was still.
Hermione’s sobs echoed around the Great Hall, and Neville pulled her into a hug. She wouldn’t let go of Harry’s hand, and Neville didn’t try and make her either. He let his own silent tears fall while Hermione cried into his arms for what felt like hours.