A/N Hi, sorry to bother you, but I'm not J.K Rowling,and I felt I should also mention that I own none of the amazing 'Potter universe'

Broken

We will stand. We will fight.

We will not be broken.

I run. I duck. I fight. He aims at me, but I put up a shield charm, and stun him. It's almost second nature now. But it can't be, not fully, not ever. I don't want this. The voice is cold; it tells us to dispose of our dead. It wants him to die.

We will stand. We will fight.

We will not be broken.

I am numb. Slowly I begin to help carry the dead inside. It's all I can do for them now. I'm holding a body, the soul I once knew. The robes say Hufflepuff, but that's all I can acknowledge. I carry her small body inside.

We will stand. We will fight.

We will not be broken.

I am bending over a body. Someone approaches. Harry. He tells me to kill the snake. I tell him that we are all going to keep fighting.

We will stand. We will fight.

We will not be broken.

I carry the person inside, slowly. Someone is asking for my help. I am wrapping a bandage around the arm of a woman I have never met before. She tells me her name. I tell her mine. I promise her that everything will be fine. It will be. It has to be.

We will stand. We will fight.

We will not be broken.

It is here. It approaches the crowd. Harry is dead. It thinks It has won. It gets Hagrid to lay him on the floor. It acts like It has won.

We will stand. We will fight.

We will not be broken.

I charge, anything to show that It will never win. He disarms me and laughs. They laugh. It speaks of my blood and says I could join them. And I tell them what I think.

"I'll join you when hell freezes over!"

I will stand. I will fight.

I will not be broken.

A/N thanks for reading; please review. And if you didn't realise, it was all from Neville's point of view.