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averygoodun42) wrote2007-04-25 06:31 pm
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A mournful little one-shot
Title: Not Him
Category: angst, gen
Rating: G
Word count: 412
The sky was sullen, and it suited her just fine. It seemed eminently suitable, in fact. She didn't want to be here. She really didn't want to be here.
But, here she was, watching her best friend be laid to rest.
Everyone around her was sniffling and wiping their red eyes, but she couldn't summon the energy.
He was gone. He wasn't coming back this time.
It was just wrong.
She wanted to run away from this morbid place, go back to the castle and race to the hospital wing. Surely he'd be there, lying unconscious in the same cot as always, his glasses on the small table situated between the beds.
There would be get well cards from everyone piled up in an impossible configuration that could only be supported by magic. There would be sweets and flowers.
And sometime after she got there, he would open his eyes and give her that shy, crooked smile, the one that said, “Oops. I can't believe I surviv--”
She choked on the thought, and her eyes stung.
She looked away from the body as it was carried to the tomb. She couldn't see him like that. It wasn't him. It looked like him, but it wasn't.
It was missing his smile. It was missing his courage. It was missing his soul. It wasn't him.
She felt a drop of rain on her cheek but didn't wipe it away. What was the use? More would come soon. Soon, she'd be drenched.
Maybe if she lifted her head up, she could drown in the rain.
She scrunched her eyes shut at the traitorous thought. He would be so mad at her. He would never forgive her.
She felt an arm come around her shoulder, pulling her into a hug. Looking up, she saw Hermione's sad eyes focused on the body and tomb. Sensing her gaze, Hermione looked over at her and knew that she understood. She wanted to run away just like her. She wanted to go to the hospital wing, too.
The crowd gasped as the tomb burst into sacred white flames, and she scoffed at their being surprised. Did they really expect anything less? He was the hero, after all. He died to save them all.
“Let's go, Gin,” Hermione said softly, steering her away from the crowd.
She didn't look back. She didn't have to. That wasn't him buried in there, after all. He was still at Hogwarts, waiting to wake up.
Category: angst, gen
Rating: G
Word count: 412
The sky was sullen, and it suited her just fine. It seemed eminently suitable, in fact. She didn't want to be here. She really didn't want to be here.
But, here she was, watching her best friend be laid to rest.
Everyone around her was sniffling and wiping their red eyes, but she couldn't summon the energy.
He was gone. He wasn't coming back this time.
It was just wrong.
She wanted to run away from this morbid place, go back to the castle and race to the hospital wing. Surely he'd be there, lying unconscious in the same cot as always, his glasses on the small table situated between the beds.
There would be get well cards from everyone piled up in an impossible configuration that could only be supported by magic. There would be sweets and flowers.
And sometime after she got there, he would open his eyes and give her that shy, crooked smile, the one that said, “Oops. I can't believe I surviv--”
She choked on the thought, and her eyes stung.
She looked away from the body as it was carried to the tomb. She couldn't see him like that. It wasn't him. It looked like him, but it wasn't.
It was missing his smile. It was missing his courage. It was missing his soul. It wasn't him.
She felt a drop of rain on her cheek but didn't wipe it away. What was the use? More would come soon. Soon, she'd be drenched.
Maybe if she lifted her head up, she could drown in the rain.
She scrunched her eyes shut at the traitorous thought. He would be so mad at her. He would never forgive her.
She felt an arm come around her shoulder, pulling her into a hug. Looking up, she saw Hermione's sad eyes focused on the body and tomb. Sensing her gaze, Hermione looked over at her and knew that she understood. She wanted to run away just like her. She wanted to go to the hospital wing, too.
The crowd gasped as the tomb burst into sacred white flames, and she scoffed at their being surprised. Did they really expect anything less? He was the hero, after all. He died to save them all.
“Let's go, Gin,” Hermione said softly, steering her away from the crowd.
She didn't look back. She didn't have to. That wasn't him buried in there, after all. He was still at Hogwarts, waiting to wake up.
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Well done.