Voldemort and Harry Potter pause and stare at each other. I watch secretly egging Harry on. But no one sees me. I am invisible because of the potion I drank earlier. "Expelliamarmus!" "Avada kedarvra!" Green light bursts from voldemort's wand. Harry's spell misses and bounces back of the bricks, knocking him back and hitting him in the chest. Harry's wand goes flying from his hand. I watch in horror as the killing curse hits him, and he crumples to the floor. His eyes lie open, but they are glassy and Harry's expression is blank. His eyes are open, staring at Voldemort, but Harry Potter the boy who lived, will never see again.
Voldemort laughs. I cry out in pain in anguish. Voldemort has taken yet another of the ones I love. First my father, now my friend. Voldemort raises his wand, and the dark mark appears in the sky. Harry is in a deep sleep, the kind you never wake up from. My best friend will never wake up. Harry Potter is dead.
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If Voldemort Beat Harry.
FanfictionWhat would have happened if Voldemort won the final battle instead of Harry? This girl lives in a world where that is the case. But, who is she and does she support Voldemort? Or is she hiding from him? *Note: This is the first fanfic I ever wrote s...
