A piece of my heart
Pansy raced through the broken corridors of the castle, frantically searching for a sign, any sign that he was alright.
She dodged curses, hexes, and debris as she fought her way to the main battle. She knew he would be here, she knew he would be fighting tonight. This was it. Tonight, they would either win this war or they would all die.
She could feel the pull towards him and that kept her running, fighting.
He was her other half, her soulmate.
She finally made it into the Great Hall and rushed to him, uncaring that he was surrounded by his family. She threw her arms around the tall redheaded wizard, tears in her eyes as she voiced her relief.
He turned to look at her, a confused look on his face and tears in his blue eyes.
“Parkinson? What are you doing?” George asked.
She finally took in the scene around her:
The man she was holding was missing an ear and his family standing around the body of Fred Weasley.
Pansy fell to the floor as she felt a piece of her heart dying.