𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 ━━
✧˖*. | ❝She'll burn your eyebrows off
if you mess with her.❞ | ✧˖*.
Paisley takes care of dragons for a living. It puts off some men because she has the muscles of a Dragonologist and can easily beat out an aver...
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Harry had found and destroyed the diadem, the Order was at Hogwarts, Hermione stabbed the chalice with a Basilisk fang, and Voldemort ordered Nagini to murder Snape in order to possess the Elder Wand. That was all in less than an hour.
Now, the fight had begun. People were fighting Death Eaters everywhere. Voldemort's voice reverberated from the walls and floor. He made sure everyone would hear his voice, and it sent chills down everyone's spines.
"You have fought valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. Yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste. Lord Voldemort is merciful. I command my forces to retreat immediately. You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured. I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour."
Everyone was counting on Harry now. It was the endgame.
The castle was unnaturally silent. There were no flashes of light, bangs, screams, or shouts. The flagstones of the deserted entrance hall were stained with blood. Emeralds were still scattered all over the floor, along with pieces of marble and splintered wood. Part of the banisters had been blown away.
"Where is everyone?" whispered Hermione.
Ron led the way to the Great Hall. Harry stopped in the doorway. The House tables were gone and the room was crowded. The survivors stood in groups, their arms around each other's necks. The injured were being treated upon the raised platform by Madam Pomfrey and a group of helpers. Firenze was amongst the injured; his flank poured blood and he shook where he lay, unable to stand. The dead laid in a row in the middle of the Hall.
Harry could not see Fred's body, because his family surrounded him. George was kneeling at his head. Molly was lying across Fred's chest, her body shaking, Arthur was stroking her hair while tears cascaded down his cheeks. Without a word to Harry, Ron and Hermione walked away. Harry saw Hermione approach Ginny, whose face was swollen and blotchy, and hugged her.
Bill and Paisley didn't say anything as they clung onto each other. The only sounds that were visible were George's weeping and the sound of the crowd. Triple Trouble was dead. There was no more Paisley, Fred, and George altogether.
Without Fred, the Weasleys weren't complete. George didn't feel complete. He didn't know how he would survive the world without him.
Harry had a clear view of the bodies lying next to Fred: Remus and Tonks, pale and still and peaceful-looking. Harry reeled backward from the doorway, not being able to properly comprehend what he had truly lost within a day's notice.
