HE FLAW IN THE PLAN
Harry was thrown face down on the
ground. He could feel the cold and hard the ground beneath his cheeks. The
hinges of his glasses fell sideways and injured his cheek. The smell of the
forest trees filled his nostrils. Every inch of his body ached because the
Killing Curse had hit him. It felt like the bruise of an iron-clad punch. His
body didn't move, his eyes were tightly shut, but slowly he gained his senses.
He thought to hear a cheer of triumph and jubilation of his death, but he heard
hurried steps instead.
"My Lord...my Lord.."
It was Bellatrix' voice. Harry
did not dare to open his eyes. His wand still stowed beneath his robes.
"That will do," said
Voldemort's voice.
Apparently, in the battle between
Harry Potter and Voldemort, both had fallen hard to the ground and both passed
out. Now, they had retuned conscious. The Death Eaters bundled up around
Voldemort,' their master.
"My Lord, let me help you
stand up." said Bellatrix, pleading earnestly.
"No need. I don't require
assistance." Said Voldemort coldly. Harry thought loudly,
"Oh......Bellatrix hasn't died, has she?"
"You!" Voldemort
screamed. His voice sounded like a small shriek of pain. "Examine him and
tell me whether he is already dead."
Harry did not know who was sent
to examine him. His heart beat fast. Later he felt a woman's hand touched his
face and felt his heart.
"Is my son, Draco alive? Is
he in the castle?"
She whispered quietly, barely
audible in Harry's ear. Her head bowed so low that her long hair shielded his
face from the onlookers.
"Yes." answered Harry.
For a moment her eyes lit up, her
nails pierced him. Then it was withdrawn. She sat up. "He is dead."
Narcissa Malfoy called to the onlookers.
They shouted and yelled in
triumph and stamped their feet. Through his eyelid's, Harry could see the
celebration.
"You see yourself, don't
you?" screeched Voldemort in the hubbub. "Harry Potter is dead by my
hand. No one alive can threaten me now. Now, we head to the castle and show
them what has happened to their hero. But wait.... who shall drag his
body?"
There was silence for a moment.
"You, Hagrid. You shall
carry him. Your little friend will be nice in your arms, won't he? Put on his
glasses so that everyone can recognize him well."
Hagrid's strong arms uplifted
Harry gently. Harry could feel Hagrid's arms trembled in result of holding back
his tears. Ultimately, he broke down in fresh tears while carrying Harry in his
arms. Harry did not dare to tell Hagrid that it was not over yet.
Hagrid forced his way through the
forest trees. As they went, the Death Eaters who were guarding him shouted
insults at the Centaurs.
Harry knew that they were heading
to the castle. Unexpectedly, Hagrid bellowed to the Centaurs, "Are you
happy now? Even, you did not fight fiercely. You're just fussy. You are happy
that Harry Potter is dead, aren't you?"
"Stop"
"Hi, Hogwarts' school
students, listen to me! I have won the battle. You have lost half of your
fighters. My Death Eaters outnumbered your fighters. It is finished. No more
war. Those who resist will be slaughtered. Get out of the castle and kneel before
me and you will be safe!" Lord Voldemort's voice boomed in pride.
"Set him down, Hagrid!"
he said to Hagrid, "At my feet, where he deserves." Harry felt
himself lowered onto the grass.
"You see that now,"
Voldemort shouted in a delighted tone. "Harry Potter has been killed!
You've been cheated, all of you. Oh, you, deluded ones! He's nothing. He was
just a boy who took benefit from other people to sacrifice themselves for his
own sake."
"He was murdered while
trying to leave the castle grounds and died without a struggle while attempting
to rescue himself." Voldemort said. There was a tone of relished in his
voice while telling a lie.
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