A green light and it's all over, a body falls as another one stands. Confusion and fear sweeps over the crowd, this isn't right, this wasn't the prophesy.
Anger and accusation how dare she ? It wasn't her fate to end it, a dark spell wasn't the way it was supposed to end.
He was supposed to be the chosen one and she the side kick, the brain not the brawn, not the chosen one. Shock and anger this isn't the right ending, elation and triumph the the dark one is at an end though.
Friends turning away, she falls to her knees green eyes and blue look away leaving brown ones full of tears.
Isolation and resentment fill the void, it was not her place to kill. But how could she not? The chosen one was on the ground the green light eating up his red and almost gone.
She raised her wand in anger and desperation, spoke the words good people should not say. She ended the war and was left alone, on her knees in blood and dirt. The sky darkened and still she stayed there untouched, unwanted.
Until a hand cups her chin, lifts her face, brown eyes meet grey full of love and gratitude. "Granger, you were the power he knew not"