TITLE: Carry On
AUTHOR: Stonecoldfox
DISCLAIMER: Everything you recognise belongs to The Woman Who was Magnificent, JK
Rowling. EXCEPT the song Carry On, which belongs to Motor Ace.
RATING: R, because there's a possibility that this will become pretty dark.
Please Read and Review!
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CARRY ON
Looking for a single thread of melody
To help me get by; were we passing the time?
Is it real? Does it give too much away?
Is pouring out my heart til you come back a reason to stay?
Do you know, is this way home? Is this way home?
We just stare while the wheels fall off
But everyone seems to carry on, carry on
No time to tell her how much we lost
Cause everyone needs to carry on, carry on
Looking for some words to say
There's no familiar faces round here but the feeling's the same
Is it real? Does it give too much away?
Is pouring out my heart til you come back a reason to stay?
We just stare while the wheels fall off
But everyone seems to carry on, carry on
No time to tell her how much we lost
Cause everyone needs to carry on, carry on
The places you know
The friends that you owe
Somewhere to go
Does it pay to be alone?
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There are some things that should never have to happen to a child. One of them is losing a parent.
Another is war. It seemed that the fates were not smiling on Hermione Granger, for in her fifth,
sixth, and seventh years, she was to experience both. In fact, on the Tuesday evening when the
black ministry owl flew unnoticed into the Great Hall amid manic Post-War celebrations, she was
to learn that both her mother and father had been killed by Death Eaters immediately prior to the
cease-fire.
Only two people saw the owl. One was sitting at the Gryffindor table drinking butterbeer quietly
while her housemates laughed and pranced around on the dance floor. The other was sitting at the
faculty table drinking fire-whisky quietly while his fellow professors laughed and pranced around
on the dance floor.
Both watched the owl swoop in towards the Gryffindor table. Both breathed in sharply when the
black envelope it carried was dropped into Hermione's lap. Neither one moved for quite some
time, until the Professor stood up and made his way down to her and stood beside her chair.
"Do you want me to open it for you, Hermione?"
No, she didn't. She could tear open the envelope herself. She could read the words sorry to
inform you and Helen Granger and Richard Granger and deceased and please accept our
condolences. She could feel his eyes on her as she carefully put the letter down next to her goblet
and stood up to leave. She could push her chair in towards the table and walk quickly from the
room.
She could do all of that herself. And she did.
But she wasn't to get very far, because once she was outside in the frosty November air, her tears
had already clouded her vision and all she could see was a blur of white. She kept walking,
though, for walking was travelling and she needed to get as far away as possible. Far away from
what, she wasn't sure. Maybe from the black envelope that had just ruined her life. More likely
from the deep voice yelling her name from somewhere behind her.
But walking was travelling, that she knew. So Hermione travelled across the Hogwarts grounds,
stumbling occasionally in the deep snow that had fallen for the last three days. Her hot tears froze
midway down her cheeks.
Finally she stopped. Not because she'd gotten where she wanted to be. Rather because of the very
loud crack that had just sounded in her ears. Now what could that be, she faintly wondered before
everything turned cold and black.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: The next chapter will be longer. Ten points to your house if you can guess
what the crack was, and what just happened. Please review, I'd like to know whether or not I
should continue this story.
AUTHOR: Stonecoldfox
DISCLAIMER: Everything you recognise belongs to The Woman Who was Magnificent, JK
Rowling. EXCEPT the song Carry On, which belongs to Motor Ace.
RATING: R, because there's a possibility that this will become pretty dark.
Please Read and Review!
*
CARRY ON
Looking for a single thread of melody
To help me get by; were we passing the time?
Is it real? Does it give too much away?
Is pouring out my heart til you come back a reason to stay?
Do you know, is this way home? Is this way home?
We just stare while the wheels fall off
But everyone seems to carry on, carry on
No time to tell her how much we lost
Cause everyone needs to carry on, carry on
Looking for some words to say
There's no familiar faces round here but the feeling's the same
Is it real? Does it give too much away?
Is pouring out my heart til you come back a reason to stay?
We just stare while the wheels fall off
But everyone seems to carry on, carry on
No time to tell her how much we lost
Cause everyone needs to carry on, carry on
The places you know
The friends that you owe
Somewhere to go
Does it pay to be alone?
*
There are some things that should never have to happen to a child. One of them is losing a parent.
Another is war. It seemed that the fates were not smiling on Hermione Granger, for in her fifth,
sixth, and seventh years, she was to experience both. In fact, on the Tuesday evening when the
black ministry owl flew unnoticed into the Great Hall amid manic Post-War celebrations, she was
to learn that both her mother and father had been killed by Death Eaters immediately prior to the
cease-fire.
Only two people saw the owl. One was sitting at the Gryffindor table drinking butterbeer quietly
while her housemates laughed and pranced around on the dance floor. The other was sitting at the
faculty table drinking fire-whisky quietly while his fellow professors laughed and pranced around
on the dance floor.
Both watched the owl swoop in towards the Gryffindor table. Both breathed in sharply when the
black envelope it carried was dropped into Hermione's lap. Neither one moved for quite some
time, until the Professor stood up and made his way down to her and stood beside her chair.
"Do you want me to open it for you, Hermione?"
No, she didn't. She could tear open the envelope herself. She could read the words sorry to
inform you and Helen Granger and Richard Granger and deceased and please accept our
condolences. She could feel his eyes on her as she carefully put the letter down next to her goblet
and stood up to leave. She could push her chair in towards the table and walk quickly from the
room.
She could do all of that herself. And she did.
But she wasn't to get very far, because once she was outside in the frosty November air, her tears
had already clouded her vision and all she could see was a blur of white. She kept walking,
though, for walking was travelling and she needed to get as far away as possible. Far away from
what, she wasn't sure. Maybe from the black envelope that had just ruined her life. More likely
from the deep voice yelling her name from somewhere behind her.
But walking was travelling, that she knew. So Hermione travelled across the Hogwarts grounds,
stumbling occasionally in the deep snow that had fallen for the last three days. Her hot tears froze
midway down her cheeks.
Finally she stopped. Not because she'd gotten where she wanted to be. Rather because of the very
loud crack that had just sounded in her ears. Now what could that be, she faintly wondered before
everything turned cold and black.
*
AUTHOR'S NOTES: The next chapter will be longer. Ten points to your house if you can guess
what the crack was, and what just happened. Please review, I'd like to know whether or not I
should continue this story.