Aaaaaaaaaaaaaggggghhh. What have you done, my child? What have you done?

I look away from the Horcrux's. He should be dead now. Why isn't he dead? Why hasn't he been obliterated? Why can I still hear him?

I shake it off. I'm most likely imagining it. Why would I hear Voldemort when he's been destroyed? 

"What's wrong?" Hermione asks.

I look at her and shake my head. "Nothing."

"You're very pale," she says knowingly.

"Nothing is wrong. Voldemort is dead."

She studies me, as if she's reading the heartbreak on my face. "So is Harry," she says quietly.

My shield around my heart cracks. I didn't need to be reminded. 

"Vallee, it's okay to be sad. I'm sad. Ron's sad. And I know you're sad. Stop hiding it," she says, clutching my hands.

I turn and take my hands from hers. "I'll do what I want with my emotions."

She sighs. "Yes, I suppose you will."

I look at her sharply. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She scowls. "I know you're 'stressed' and all, but what you forget is that we're in this together. You're not alone. You don't have to face this by yourself. I don't know why you think that you do. Everyone else is under pressure. How do you not see that?"

Tears spring up in my eyes. "Just stop. We need to get help for the injured. Tell them that the Dark Lord is dead."

She sighs and looks like she's about to say something. But she just nods and goes on her way. 

I groan and press my fingers to my temples. I fall on to my knees. My eyes water. I clutch my chest. Tears streak down my face. 

Harry's gone. How could he be gone? This wasn't how it was meant to be. How did everything go so wrong? 

I think of what someone had yelled in the Yard. "Dumbledore is dead."

Dumbledore cannot be dead. He was the most powerful wizard alive. Harry would have been so upset. A new pain strikes my heart and fresh tears fall down my face. A cry escapes from my lips, and my voice cracks. I feel my body shaking. 

Voldemort is dead.

So is Harry. 

I let out a breath after realizing I was holding it.

I stand, an anger coursing through me. How could someone that had told me he loved me no matter what, kill someone that I loved? That's why he's the Dark Lord. He could never love anyone. He only loves himself. 

I clench my fists, suppressing a scream. I can't lose my grip now. It's too soon. We have to get everyone help. I can't worry about myself.

I leave the Room of Requirement, wiping my face as I walk. I have a purpose. 

I reach the Yard and am disappointed by the amount of grief in the air. We lost more than I had first thought. I see a flash of red and walk over to the Weasleys. They all surrounded something; someone. 

"Guys? What's going on?" I ask

They look at me. Ron looks away, burying his face in Hermione's shoulder. His family moves out of the way. And there lies Fred, skin even paler than usual. His hair, his bright red hair, lays all dishevel around his head. I gasp. "Bloody hell," I murmur. I kneel down beside him and kiss his forehead. "I'm sorry," I mumble to him. 

His death springs more tears in my eyes, but I swallow and blink them away. I can't cry.

I stand and walk over to Severus. "I destroyed them," I tell him.

He turns to me. "You destroyed what?" he asks. 

"The Horcruxes. They're gone. I destroyed all of them."

"Hm." He looks away, his dark brown eyes scanning the Yard.

"What?" I ask, sensing some sort of sarcasm.

"Oh, nothing," he murmurs, his focus on something else. 

"No, you tell me," I say, clenching my hands into fists. "Severus."

"Vallee, are you really that dumb?" he asks, turning to me suddenly, as if he's in a rush. 

I flinch, but try to cover it up. "Wow. What's that supposed to mean?" 

"Vallee, think. Your father created you. He didn't get with a woman. You came to life by wand. Why would your father just create you if you didn't have a purpose?"

"I did have a purpose," I say angrily. Who was he to talk to me like this? "I was supposed to give Harry to him."

"No," he groans, rubbing his hand on his face. "You had to have a back-up plan."

I sit and think, wondering what he could possibly mean. Why did he have to be so vague? Then I look at him. No. No he can't mean that. How would that even be possible. I frown and shake my head. "No. You're wrong," I tell him.

He shakes his head. "You are a Horcrux."

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