A/N: A angst-filled,little character-driven-study-drabble that I wrote for English class. Really short.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
He Who Dug the Grave
Magic can twist people for evil. It can warp man kind into its own plan and plot and evil ways. We've seen it happen. We've dealt with the effects. There's evilness in all of us, don't deign it. We all struggle with it, at some point in our lives.
Even one.
Even this one.
Our beacon of righteousness who was the light of hope in a time of darkness. He stood out among the darkness of despair and in the end, he saved the world. In the end, he saved us all. He DIED to save us, but that's not the moral characteristic that I want to mention.
He dug a grave.
Just a simple act of kindness and remembrance.
He dug a grave.
I watched him do it, the angry sweat pouring from his brow as the spade struck the earth with reverberating power. Each time he struck the ground, anger and sorrow and rage spilling out of him with almost torturous energy. To this day, I haven't been able to convince myself that he wasn't crying.
He dug a grave.
But not an ordinary grave. He dug a grave for a house-elf. A lowly house-elf that not many normal wizards would glance twice at. However, I knew this elf. He wasn't a normal elf. His name was Dobby. And he liked socks.
Yes, Dobby was a free elf that I'd often encounter roaming the halls of Hogwarts wearing multiple colored hats and mismatched socks. I would swear to this day that he was color blind, not to mention completely bonkers. But oh he loved the man who set him free, the one who would later dig his grave.
I saw it all. I watched it happen. The man was saving me, and others from the clutches of evil. And the elf died to help the beacon of hope. Last full measure of devotion.
Without Dobby, I'd be dead.
But this is not about Dobby. It's about the man who dug the grave.
With his own power; the muscles in his arms and back and legs, he dug a grave for just one lowly little house elf. He buried one lowly little house elf.
And he cried.
You all know his name. You all wish to be like him because hey, he's famous and incredible and wonderful and amazing. But I tell you this, he made the world a better place to be. Whatever you might think of the other aspects of his character. I can list attributes of our most famous hero right here and right now, but you all know that stuff, you can get it from other sources, but think about this, just think, if only for a second.
I challenge you. I challenge you right here and right now, to become the type of person who would do that.
He dug a grave.
What will you do?
Signed,
Luna Lovegood, Editor-In-Chief, the Quibbler