The Miracle

I flew around the room, my wand arm twirling and stabbing at the air, tears blinding my eyes from all vision. However, it did not seem to matter, as nobody seemed to be able to see anything, such was the chaos. How could it be, how could it be? I thought, great fat tears streaming down my face. The hero, how could it be he was dead? And yet I had seen his body for myself, lying lifeless in Hagrid’s great arms, enveloping him. But as the fight had started again, Harry Potter’s body had mysteriously disappeared! Everyone had heard Hagrid’s cry of “HARRY! HARRY – WHERE’S HARRY?” I burned with anger and indignation as horrible thoughts flowed into my mind of what the death eaters had probably done to his body. This invigorated me to fight all the harder for Harry Potter, the boy who lived, and our hero. My mouth did not move, but inside my head, I was shouting out curses, spells and hexes at any death eater that passed me by. One by one the death eaters were being swallowed up by sheer numbers, crumpling under spells, or else from the house elves hacking knives. I sobbed and cried for our fallen hero and shot a spell at Rookwood. He ducked and wheeled around to face me and we began to duel. Suddenly Rookwood froze and toppled to the ground, stunned. I looked behind his unconscious form to see Aberforth grinning at me. I gave him the thumbs up and ran forward to help Luna Lovegood, who was battling another of the Death Eaters, who had thrown her mask down and was shooting killing curses after killing curses at us. As I looked more closely, I recognized her from the daily prophets and wanted posters. Bellatrix Lestrange. Suddenly, I got blasted off my feet and slammed against the opposite wall. I groaned in pain as I struggled to stand up. I made to go back into the fray, but a hand grabbed me and kept me against the wall.

Slowly, in a span of about five minutes, the fighters all began getting pushed against the walls, finally crowding together in a big huddle against the sides of the Great Hall. Now only two groups remained dueling in the room. Lord Voldemort himself, duelling Professor McGonagall, Professor Slughorn and Kingsley Shacklebolt all at once. My eyes moved over to the other group and I gasped. Bellatrix was fighting fifty yards away from her master, also tackling three at once. I was terrified, yet elated. She was duelling Hermione, Ginny and Luna. They had all been my friends, and I was so scared. Suddenly, Molly Weasley sprang from the crowd and started yelling at Bellatrix. Then she rolled up her sleeves, pushed the three girls away and began to duel. At the start, Bellatrix was laughing, but very soon it turned to a snarl. Molly and Bellatrix yelled at each other, and duelled each other. At one point, Molly was almost hit, and along with some others, I ran forward to help.

“Get back! Get back! She is mine!” Molly shouted at us, and we ran away.

Suddenly (it was so quick that I could not see properly what had happened), Bellatrix was laughing, Molly was shouting a spell and Bellatrix got hit, right above the heart. He smile froze and she toppled backwards, dead. Voldemort screamed with fury and his three opponents got blasted backwards, writhing, off their feet. I almost whooped with happiness, but Voldemort’s wrath was terrifying. I gasped with horror and fright as Voldemort turned on Molly Weasley and pointed his wand at her.

Suddenly there was a yell of ‘Protego,’ and a miracle unveiled himself from under his invisibility cloak. Harry Potter stood there, alive as he held his wand out, procuring a magical barrier between Mrs. Weasley and Voldemort. Lord Voldemort’s slit eyes widened in shock and surprise as everyone started cheering and yelling.

“Harry Potter!” “Harry, He’s alive!”

I beamed as I looked upon our hero, Harry Potter.

The End

Written by Beth, I hope you enjoyed it!!