Green was an interesting color, it was on the leaves, the grass, even his own eyes. Well, his eyes weren't the same shade as the grass, but they could still be considered in the green category. He got his eyes from his father, at least that's what Madam Red had told him all those years ago. He didn't know why he could still remember things from when he was a child, because any memory of the past year was blurry in his mind. But he didn't question it, he didn't have the patience to.

Each step he took felt more and more dreadful, he debated turning around and going back to whichever hideout Voldemort chose for him, but he knew he couldn't. Voldemort had talked many times about the day he would attack Hogwarts and kill Harry Potter, and Percy knew that backing out would be equal to treason.

A hand harshly grabbed the hood of his cloak, which hung loosely on his back, and pulled him back to the group. Bellatrix was a pushy one, she devoted her life to Voldemort and wouldn't accept even the slightest betrayal or mistakes. She particularly hated Percy, he assumed he must've done something bad in order for her to hate him, it was probably also the reason he couldn't remember much.

"Today is the day we win." Voldemort spoke, each word captivating the deatheaters immensely, causing them to cheer at every sentence. Percy merely stood still, hands in the pocket of his cloak and eyes focused on the ground. "Harry Potter will die, and we will take over the wizarding world!"

More cheers, but Percy remained quiet. He just listened in silence, awaiting for the moment that Harry Potter arrived. Percy didn't know wether he should hate Harry or not, even if Voldemort insisted Harry was evil. There was a feeling of unease in Percy, a feeing that Harry wasn't so bad.

Maybe it was empathy, but he wouldn't know.

A deatheater walked towards them, an ominous look on his face. Voldemort stepped towards the man, awaiting for the words to form.

"No sign of him, my lord."

Voldemort gazed at nothing in particular, the other deatheaters walking slowly towards him, Bellatrix standing behind him. He turned to her and spoke words that were barely audible,"I thought he would come..." he turned to Percy and squinted his eyes, but not speaking, not moving.

Percy wanted to run, the forest was dark enough so if he had the right timing, he'd be able to. But he knew he couldn't, he'd never be able to escape.

Voldemort slowly walked towards him, but stopped and slowly turned his head back to where they all had been staring. A figure slowly walked towards them, determined steps and fear no doubt in his mind.

He actually came.

The deatheaters turned towards him, gasps of surprise were heard. Percy wanted to hide, he didn't want to know what'd happen next. Would Voldemort kill him? Would Harry kill Voldemort?

Harry stood in front of Voldemort, wand in his hand that hung at his side. His hair was a mess, and dark bags were definitely there under his eyes. He looked unsure, Percy figured that the boy didn't have a plan. It was hard to have a plan when you walked to your own death willingly.

"Harry? No!" The giant man yelled, tied up by the deatheaters, but not resisting them at all. He knew what was to happen, and he'd have to watch. Percy almost felt bad, which was strange for him. He never felt bad for anyone, especially not any of the people he's killed. "WHAT'RE YE DOIN 'ERE!"

"QUIET!" A deatheater yelled at him. Voldemort stared at Harry, a new determination in his eyes. They all knew what was about to happen, but it seemed only the giant man and Percy really felt afraid of it.

It was a long silence as Harry and Voldemort stared at each other, but the silence was broken when Voldemort finally came out of his surprise. "Harry Potter... the boy who lived.. come to die."

Harry stared at Voldemort, as if waiting for his own death; accepting it. It made Percy want to vomit, the simple acceptance of death if it meant the safety of the ones he cared about. He wanted to tell Harry that Voldemort didn't plan to spare his friends, oh no; he planned to slaughter them all.

Nagini slithered over as Voldemort raised his wand, Harry took a breath and waited.

It was eerily silent, everyone staring at the wand that was quickly being raised, but time felt as though it had slowed.

"AVADA KEDEVRA!" Green light filled the forest, a straight path towards Harry.

Again with the green, Percy thought. But now wasn't time to focus on that, no; right now Harry Potter was falling to the ground.

Right now, Harry Potter was dead.

Voldemort fell to the ground as well, Bellatrix swiftly ran up to him and helped him up. "Are you hurt? Are you alright?! Are you hurt? Are you-"

"I don't need your help." He spoke, using Bellatrix to stand up; causing the girl to fall to the ground at the force.

They all gazed at the lump on the ground, the boy who only moments ago was standing there, and now he was no more than a corpse.

Narcissa walked towards Harry.

"The boy," Bellatrix spoke quietly, "is he dead?"

Narcissa turned to Bellatrix before turning back to Harry and kneeling down beside him. She felt his neck, and sat there for a moment, all eyes on her as she sat there. She stood up and turned to them, "Dead."

The deatheaters all cheered, Voldemort grinned maliciously. The giant man cried out, dropping to his knees and wailing.

Percy just stood there, staring at the scene. He didn't understand why he was being so empathetic, but he was. The boy gave up his own life for the chance that Voldemort wouldn't kill his friends. The boy died for something that wouldn't end up being kept.

Percy walked over to the body, kneeling in front of it, and whispered quietly so Voldemort wouldn't hear; "You died for nothing, you should've been smart enough to know that."

That's when he noticed the faint rise and fall of Harry's chest, and the slight twitch of his eyes.

He was alive.

"How..." Percy mumbled, concealing his bewilderment with a blank gaze. He could tell Voldemort, but then again he didn't want to. He didn't want more death. He simply stood up and walked towards a tree, leaning against it as he stared at the cheers.

It's be an interesting day.

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Hey, it's been a month. Sorry, haha

I didn't know how to write this chapter, because there's so much that happens In Deathly Hallows but only so much of it where Percy and Harry would be able to interact.

I finally wrote it, and will be posting again soon (like, when I write the next one)

But this story only has a few chapters left! So I want to say one thing:

If you guys want to write a story with this plot, I give you permission.

(Just Tell me because I wanna read them lol)

Okay that's all, bye-bye.