Promises
Chapter 12
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER
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The hall falls silent again.
"What are you celebrating exactly? Freedom? Peace?"
Their expressions change from happiness and exuberance to confusion.
"What's there to celebrate!? Your relatives, your friends and your loved ones are DEAD!"
There are choked sobs and gasps. Maybe now they'll understand.
"NO ONE HERE HAS ANY RIGHT TO CELEBRATE WHEN THOUSANDS ARE DEAD AND THOUSANDS MORE ARE INJURED! VOLDEMORT..."
People flinch when I say his name.
"VOLDEMORT IS DEAD! SO ARE ALL HIS DEATH EATERS!"
I hear people start cheering.
"HIS DEATH EATERS! SOMEONE'S FUCKING PARENTS! BROTHERS AND SISTERS! DAUGHTERS AND SONS! HUSBANDS AND WIVES!"
The cheering stops. My chest is heaving and my voice is starting to go.
"THEY'RE ALL DEAD! ALL OF THEM!"
Silence reigns.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO WE HAVE TO CELEBRATE?!"
No one should celebrate death. Not even the death of someone like Riddle.
I walk out of the Great Hall, cloak billowing, slamming the doors closed in my wake.
I can't stay here anymore.
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