I left off at Hermione and Vic crying, about to see Ron and Harry so now they are in Grimmauld Place.


I sat down on the kitchen chair next to Ginny, preparing myself for the images I was about to see in my head. Hermione was on my left, squeezing my hand. That was Ted's thing. I took my hand out of hers' and clasped them at my bump.

'I am so sorry Vic, I don't know what to say.' Harry's voice was low and defeated as he said this.

'What to say? Tell me what happened.'

'It was early morning, maybe around eight thirty in the morning.'

Harry's eyes clouded over as he remembered every detail.

There was a cool breeze cooling everybody down in the hot African sun. Nobody expected anything bad to happen, it was too early for that. Everybody was chatting in groups and laughing for the first time in a while. Harry, Ron and Teddy were leaning against the crates of bottled water in the shade. The light wasn't as bright as where the other guys were sitting.

'Thanks for coming to my fabulous wedding guys. I mean, I loved it. I hope you two enjoyed it as much as I did.'

'Well you came to ours' so we felt as thought we had to. I thought it was rubbish. What about you Harry?'

'Yeah, absolutely crap.' Their sarcastic voices shined through, making all of them all laugh.

For about half an hour, they just sat and chatted until they heard banging. Before they knew it the place was flooding. The crates had been blown apart. As soon as they could, wands were out and shooting spells toward the invisible enemy.

'Avada Kadavra', was flying from all angles. If somebody was hit, they had no hope of survival. Harry whipped his head around to check casualties but found that Ron nor Teddy were no where to be seen. He checked again and saw Ron on the other side of the field fighting off the enemy trying to invade through the bushes. They were completely alone. Nobody had survived, they had been wiped out by one simple spell. With all his might, the red-haired man desperately fought off the tall, red robed wizards who were obviously the rebellions. The darker haired man was ready to give up but as soon as he thought of his godson lying out there somewhere he blasted them all. Everyone of them disappeared. They had escaped.

Within seconds, the victims were gone, the field was empty, apart from around 50 wands lying where their owners once were.

'Here is his wand Vic, I am so sorry.'

Ron handed me the wooden stick, no longer a wand. It had no owner to cast its spells. It was merely a stick.

He was gone, his blue eyes were gone, his messy hair was gone, his soothing hands were gone, his heart was gone.

How was it?
Ted will be having a memorial by the way. Maybe next post or the one after.

Katie
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