passingfancyrae

"The Effect of Being Left Behind" He's dead. He's dead. He's dead. Harry stared out the window, at the rain hitting it and running down in sheets. His best friend was dead at the age of eighteen. His green eyes hardened until they could cut stone. Voldemort would pay. Malfoy would pay. Ron would be avenged. He's dead. He's dead. He's dead. Hermione sat in her office, reading through the morning paper with a cup of coffee. A bold yet small headline caught her eye, and she began to read the article. Weasley killed in battle royale near Hogsmeade, attack on Hogwarts feared Yesterday morning, during the mass murders near Hogsmeade by De