Madam Butterfly (Adapted from a famous classic Chinese romance, Madam
Butterfly.)
Part I
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28 November 2003
"Run, Ginny, run!", shouted Harry. Two deatheaters pounced onto him and the three of them rolled on the ground trying to curse each other. Flashes of red and green light up the night. After much difficulty, Harry managed to stun the deatheaters. He quickly stood up, grabbed my hand and ran. As we were turning the corner, several more deatheaters appeared in front of us from the thin air and they blocked our way. They advanced as Harry and I retreated our footsteps, until finally the back of our shoes hit the wall behind us then they stopped. There was no ways of escape; there were a group of deatheaters in front of them and a wall behind. We were outnumbered by at least five deatheaters, even if we attack, we were not able to get through the army of deatheaters.
Many wands were pointed at Harry's chest and he knew that he couldn't escape; the only pressing thought in his mind was my safety. I squeezed his hand beside him as if telling him that I'm there for him, even to death, I'm there with him. Harry's breathing become heavier and faster while I began to sweat as we eyed the masked people with their wand pointing at us ready to cast the Killing Curse at their slightest movement. For a few moments, nobody moved, Harry stared into the eyeholes of the masked people as his brain was running a mile per second trying to think of a way to escape unscathed. Even if it's impossible for us to escape together, at least he wanted me to be out of harm's way. To allow me to escape, he must cause a division.
Without any warning, Harry pushed me through the circle of deatheaters who was surrounding us and several deatheaters caught unaware toppled over to the ground together with me. Many curses were heard ringing through the night as they attacked Harry with hexes and curses, throwing him ten feets away and after hitting the wall hard, knocking his breathe out. Blood was flowing freely from the corner of his mouth and more was being coughed out as he coughed to try to clear his air passage, I looked at him from the ground, tears leaking out of my eyes as I could feel his pain. The deatheaters seemed to have forgotten about my presence as all of them advanced onto Harry. He lifted up his wand hand feebily and gave me a weak smile from the gaps of the deatheaters' black robes, the next moment shouts of 'Avada Kervada' rang the night covering Harry's whispered Banishing Spell. I was almost blinded by bright green flashes before I felt myself being transported through the cold night.
Cold was my heart for I knew perfectly well what had happened to my lover, he's dead! Killed outnumbered by those filthy scrums of the earth, I could see very clearly before I was being transported, his face drained of all colour, lying in a midst of black robes. His faithful wand snapped into halves lying beside his lifeless arm when one of the deatheaters stepped onto it, his eyes was wide opened staring at me, as if he must witness my escape to safety before he could rest in peace. Inhuman laughters drummed in my ears prickling my skin with goosebumps, they were laughing at the irony of life, laughing at Harry's short life that graced the Wizarding World with his mere presence. The sky teared, a small drizzle that covered all of Britian's land, heaven was crying, they were crying at the loss of such a fine man, they were crying for him and for me, for our lost future.
Slowly, the drizzle turned to pouring rain, pouring rain turned to storm. Thunders clapped, scaring the sense out of me. I was completely at loss, no feeling, and no reaction while I whizzed through the night by Harry's Banishing Spell. It took less than one minute to transport me from that horrible place to The Burrow, where Harry had intended to sent me. Hard earth claimed me as I was dropped roughly from air to land, the loud thud got the attention of the whole house and in no time, a crowd of redheads like me surrounded me. The bright reds reminded me of the blood Harry spilled for me, realisation hit me so hard that I felt that I had hit the ground from a height once more, feelings and senses in all shapes and sizes hit me. Pain beyond recognisation, it wouldn't be more painful if mum just stabbed me at my chest with a ten inch knife, I would even welcome it, for it might even stop the pain that I'm feeling now, the pain that I'm going to carry to my grave.
Among the faces that were goggling at me, I recognised several not-so- familiar ones, Tonks, Lupin, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Kingsley, Mundungus, Moody. I felt a pair of strong arms lifting me to a sitting position and some hot liquid was poured down my parched throat that had lost all its function. I coughed and coughed for the liquid had blocked my air passage, I coughed uncontrollably. More tears rolled down my already wet face, I cough and cough, I cough until my lungs hurt. Grief overcomed me, I cried, coughed, cried and coughed even more. I'm unable to breath properly, not enough air's reaching my lungs, I'm suffocating, how I wished to stop crying or coughing but I simply couldn't. My face's turning warm and red, but I continued crying. Mum's patting my back carefully, I knew that it's paining her to see me like that but I don't care anymore.
Everyone's looking at me sympathetically, they were all crowded around me when suddenly a crack sounded broke the tension thick in the air. A black- cloaked figure appeared out of thin air and was walking towards our direction, all my brothers held up their wand ready to attack. The black stranger was totally oblivious of the many livid faces that had their wand out, he continued walking. When he was around twenty feet away from us, I could see that he was carrying something in his arms.
All my brothers, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Moody, Tonks, Lupin, Kingsley, Hermione and my dad stood in front of me, preventing the intruder of the night from getting aany closer to me. I was eyeing the huge lump he was carrying tirelessly in his arm, suddenly, a pale arm stuck out. Blood was tickling down from the fingers, my heart froze, I recognise that arm, that pair of strong arms that always held me.
I pushed away my mum's arms that were holding me to her chest, she shouted for me but I took no hint of her. I pushed through the circle of human barrier and ran towards the figure, ignoring all the calls. Dumbledore, who had the most sense, cast a stunning spell at the dark figure and he crumpled onto the floor, dropping the body he was holding on to. I ran for dear life and managed to catch my love before he hit the ground.
"Harry!!", I said out loud to the night as I held him tight into a embrace. The name seemed to wake everyone's senses for they immediately ran towards me. I could hear them shouting over my crying, but I could not make out what they were trying to say. Dumbledore unveiled the masked the stunned figure to show Snape to our astonishment, he revived Snape and started questioning him. Mum tried to pry Harry from me but I refused to give him up, she felt his pulse and let out a loud cry. I knew what had happened to him, mum knew too and the rest had figured out somehow, judging from the way she's howling her heart out. There was an immediate uproar; Ron was trying to get to Harry while Hermione was pulling him back. All of them cried, their heart hurt like hell. I continued holding onto him, crying over his cold, stiff body.
I couldn't remember for how long did I cry until Dumbledore tried to pry my fingers from it's grasp on Harry, it was surprising how strong an old man like him was, but I'm more determined, no way was I allowing my love to be taken away from me. I held on stubbornly onto Harry, hoping that he would open his eyes and smile at me, though I knew very well I would never see his smile again. I cried out loud, my voice turning hoarse, I kept calling his name while everyone kept calling my name, asking me to let him go.
My name was ringing in my ears, red was obstructing my vision, my head feel suddenly light and I lost all my senses.
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Two love birds separated through death, can they be together?? Review!!
Part I
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28 November 2003
"Run, Ginny, run!", shouted Harry. Two deatheaters pounced onto him and the three of them rolled on the ground trying to curse each other. Flashes of red and green light up the night. After much difficulty, Harry managed to stun the deatheaters. He quickly stood up, grabbed my hand and ran. As we were turning the corner, several more deatheaters appeared in front of us from the thin air and they blocked our way. They advanced as Harry and I retreated our footsteps, until finally the back of our shoes hit the wall behind us then they stopped. There was no ways of escape; there were a group of deatheaters in front of them and a wall behind. We were outnumbered by at least five deatheaters, even if we attack, we were not able to get through the army of deatheaters.
Many wands were pointed at Harry's chest and he knew that he couldn't escape; the only pressing thought in his mind was my safety. I squeezed his hand beside him as if telling him that I'm there for him, even to death, I'm there with him. Harry's breathing become heavier and faster while I began to sweat as we eyed the masked people with their wand pointing at us ready to cast the Killing Curse at their slightest movement. For a few moments, nobody moved, Harry stared into the eyeholes of the masked people as his brain was running a mile per second trying to think of a way to escape unscathed. Even if it's impossible for us to escape together, at least he wanted me to be out of harm's way. To allow me to escape, he must cause a division.
Without any warning, Harry pushed me through the circle of deatheaters who was surrounding us and several deatheaters caught unaware toppled over to the ground together with me. Many curses were heard ringing through the night as they attacked Harry with hexes and curses, throwing him ten feets away and after hitting the wall hard, knocking his breathe out. Blood was flowing freely from the corner of his mouth and more was being coughed out as he coughed to try to clear his air passage, I looked at him from the ground, tears leaking out of my eyes as I could feel his pain. The deatheaters seemed to have forgotten about my presence as all of them advanced onto Harry. He lifted up his wand hand feebily and gave me a weak smile from the gaps of the deatheaters' black robes, the next moment shouts of 'Avada Kervada' rang the night covering Harry's whispered Banishing Spell. I was almost blinded by bright green flashes before I felt myself being transported through the cold night.
Cold was my heart for I knew perfectly well what had happened to my lover, he's dead! Killed outnumbered by those filthy scrums of the earth, I could see very clearly before I was being transported, his face drained of all colour, lying in a midst of black robes. His faithful wand snapped into halves lying beside his lifeless arm when one of the deatheaters stepped onto it, his eyes was wide opened staring at me, as if he must witness my escape to safety before he could rest in peace. Inhuman laughters drummed in my ears prickling my skin with goosebumps, they were laughing at the irony of life, laughing at Harry's short life that graced the Wizarding World with his mere presence. The sky teared, a small drizzle that covered all of Britian's land, heaven was crying, they were crying at the loss of such a fine man, they were crying for him and for me, for our lost future.
Slowly, the drizzle turned to pouring rain, pouring rain turned to storm. Thunders clapped, scaring the sense out of me. I was completely at loss, no feeling, and no reaction while I whizzed through the night by Harry's Banishing Spell. It took less than one minute to transport me from that horrible place to The Burrow, where Harry had intended to sent me. Hard earth claimed me as I was dropped roughly from air to land, the loud thud got the attention of the whole house and in no time, a crowd of redheads like me surrounded me. The bright reds reminded me of the blood Harry spilled for me, realisation hit me so hard that I felt that I had hit the ground from a height once more, feelings and senses in all shapes and sizes hit me. Pain beyond recognisation, it wouldn't be more painful if mum just stabbed me at my chest with a ten inch knife, I would even welcome it, for it might even stop the pain that I'm feeling now, the pain that I'm going to carry to my grave.
Among the faces that were goggling at me, I recognised several not-so- familiar ones, Tonks, Lupin, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Kingsley, Mundungus, Moody. I felt a pair of strong arms lifting me to a sitting position and some hot liquid was poured down my parched throat that had lost all its function. I coughed and coughed for the liquid had blocked my air passage, I coughed uncontrollably. More tears rolled down my already wet face, I cough and cough, I cough until my lungs hurt. Grief overcomed me, I cried, coughed, cried and coughed even more. I'm unable to breath properly, not enough air's reaching my lungs, I'm suffocating, how I wished to stop crying or coughing but I simply couldn't. My face's turning warm and red, but I continued crying. Mum's patting my back carefully, I knew that it's paining her to see me like that but I don't care anymore.
Everyone's looking at me sympathetically, they were all crowded around me when suddenly a crack sounded broke the tension thick in the air. A black- cloaked figure appeared out of thin air and was walking towards our direction, all my brothers held up their wand ready to attack. The black stranger was totally oblivious of the many livid faces that had their wand out, he continued walking. When he was around twenty feet away from us, I could see that he was carrying something in his arms.
All my brothers, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Moody, Tonks, Lupin, Kingsley, Hermione and my dad stood in front of me, preventing the intruder of the night from getting aany closer to me. I was eyeing the huge lump he was carrying tirelessly in his arm, suddenly, a pale arm stuck out. Blood was tickling down from the fingers, my heart froze, I recognise that arm, that pair of strong arms that always held me.
I pushed away my mum's arms that were holding me to her chest, she shouted for me but I took no hint of her. I pushed through the circle of human barrier and ran towards the figure, ignoring all the calls. Dumbledore, who had the most sense, cast a stunning spell at the dark figure and he crumpled onto the floor, dropping the body he was holding on to. I ran for dear life and managed to catch my love before he hit the ground.
"Harry!!", I said out loud to the night as I held him tight into a embrace. The name seemed to wake everyone's senses for they immediately ran towards me. I could hear them shouting over my crying, but I could not make out what they were trying to say. Dumbledore unveiled the masked the stunned figure to show Snape to our astonishment, he revived Snape and started questioning him. Mum tried to pry Harry from me but I refused to give him up, she felt his pulse and let out a loud cry. I knew what had happened to him, mum knew too and the rest had figured out somehow, judging from the way she's howling her heart out. There was an immediate uproar; Ron was trying to get to Harry while Hermione was pulling him back. All of them cried, their heart hurt like hell. I continued holding onto him, crying over his cold, stiff body.
I couldn't remember for how long did I cry until Dumbledore tried to pry my fingers from it's grasp on Harry, it was surprising how strong an old man like him was, but I'm more determined, no way was I allowing my love to be taken away from me. I held on stubbornly onto Harry, hoping that he would open his eyes and smile at me, though I knew very well I would never see his smile again. I cried out loud, my voice turning hoarse, I kept calling his name while everyone kept calling my name, asking me to let him go.
My name was ringing in my ears, red was obstructing my vision, my head feel suddenly light and I lost all my senses.
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Two love birds separated through death, can they be together?? Review!!