Promises
Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER
Warnings: See Prologue
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Someone is screaming.
Is it me?
The spell misses.
I can feel the cold as it passes by me.
So slow.
I hear a thud as a body falls behind me.
I hear words,
"I do not miss."
And I see his sneer.
I know who has fallen this day. The one I had trusted to protect my love.
He is laughing now. I see my chance.
I take it.
So simple.
Two words and it's over. Was it really that easy?
The death eaters stare at the body in shock.
Then the hall erupts.
Screaming, the death eaters clutch their forearms.
As a patch of skin is revealed I see the dark mark brightening. And as it does, it seems to draw the surrounding color into it. I watch as the Death Eaters, each and every one, are called into death.
By killing Voldemort I have robbed children of parents, husbands of wives and wives of husbands.
Fathers and mothers of sons and daughters.
I have murdered hundreds.
Wounded thousands more.
All in the name of good.
The battle is over.
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