To The Moon And Back

"Murder" at the pitch

Darkness. The only thing that Harry Potter could see was darkness. It was as though someone had painted the world in the blackest of the blackest paint that had ever existed on earth.

Nevertheless, he was sure of the fact that he was alive, for he could hear screaming voices and spells shooting around him, just like a sandstorm in the quietest desert.

"Hey, Lestrange!" Harry roared, probably facing a tree or something, but he still achieved the attention he had desired. "Fuck you!"

"What the hell, Harry?" A familiar voice said behind him. "Why the hell is your head inside of that tree?"

Harry swore under his breath and remembered Rodolphus Lestrange shooting a spell at him and that the last thing he had seen was him being fired towards a thick tree with a hole that was just big enough to fit a head.

Within a matter of seconds, Harry pulled his head out of the hole in the tree and could now see the witches and wizards fighting against Rodolphus Lestrange who oddly enough seemed to have the upper hand in the battle despite it being one against ten.

"Oi! Over here!" Harry yelled, giving Rodolphus Lestrange the middle finger with both of his hands, followed by a disarming spell that proved to not be as effective as he had wished for (only a toupée had been disarmed from the top of his head).

While the battle continued with the witches and wizards, the muggles ran together as fast as their long legs could possibly run until they found themselves in a nearby forest.

When they had run so far that they no longer could see the light of the flaming spells, the muggle in the front slowed down and stopped, followed by the ten others.

"What the bloody hell was that?" asked one of the muggles after catching his breath.

No one answered for a while. "Witches and wizards." said one of the muggles. "Witches and wizards just happened."

"Surely you can't mean that they were actual witches and wizards? Magic doesn't exist." said another Muggle, clutching his sides while breathing heavily.

"You saw it with your own bloody eyes, mate. There were witches and wizards there and we were in the middle of a battle." said another muggle that oddly enough didn't seem any surprised over the magic incident whatsoever.

The other nine muggles who couldn't seem to understand facts didn't talk for another couple of minutes, trying to find any other explanation of the incident.

However, seeing as there was no other explanation, they continued talking while the unsurprised muggle snuck back to the battle with a huge ass secret.

Only a couple of hundred metres away, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley, Sirius, Tonks, Fleur, Fred and George were fighting against one piece of an angry death eater who wished to kill a certain red-haired Weasley.

Harry found himself, like the others afraid: afraid to lose Mrs Weasley to a death eater who only sought revenge for a woman he certainly hadn't loved. It was, in fact, most likely an arranged marriage. Nevertheless, there he was seeking revenge for a woman who had never loved him.

To Harry's surprise, he could see a running muggle running towards them and not accidentally, it seemed as though he ran to them to join the battle in some sort of way.

The muggle came closer and his arrival didn't pass by unnoticed either, certainly not by Rodolphus Lestrange. "Bloody muggles, always here to make a mess!" said Rodolphus Lestrange before he shot a spell in the colour green at the muggle.

The muggle dodged the spell by running away from it and before anyone knew it, he, the muggle fished out a stick from the pocket of his jacket and joined the battle firing lots of colourful spells at the death eater. The muggle was using a wand, not just using it, but successfully too, the muggle had all along been a wizard.

A light of purple illuminated the surroundings and all absorbed in the chest of a red-haired girl, not the one who had been wished dead, for over ten minutes, but the youngest and fiercest, Ginny Weasley.

She looked over at Harry with a shocked expression and fell down on the grass with a thud.

On the grass laid the ginger peacefully yet not, her body still wanting to fight, but her mind ready to give up. The sun reflecting in her shocked brown eyes and her hair looking fiercer than ever in the light of the sun.

Harry fell down on his knees and crawled over to Ginny, remaining strong only so he could manage to get over to her. Sitting by her side, he could see all of the pretty, yet imperfect features of her face. He noticed how every freckle on her pale face was all together making her look softer. He saw all the little things he never had noticed before.

Harry could feel his ears watering up and then a single tear rolling down his cold cheek. It was warm and not a tear of joy, quite the opposite actually. He had lost the person he loved so dearly in this world. He had lost his love.

What came next was a green light aimed at him and a body falling to ground accompanying the love of his life.

Omg! I am so terribly sorry for not writing a single chapter for like what? Five months or so? I think the last time was October ... Anyway! I can assure you that I will be writing a bit over the vacation that is this week (we have winter vacation here in Norway that lasts throughout this week).

Also, who the hell just died in this chapter??? That'll remain a mystery until next time!

-Astra💛🖤