Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, the force to keep my friends from college, or a
living plant.
But, I have a rockin' pair of socks.
About the Story: I don't know. Very random of me, and I'm not sure if I captured what I wanted to. So, to those of you brave enough to read it…thanks!!
Please enjoy!!
She stood in the middle of the room with her fists clenched, head bowed as tears streamed from her eyes. The scene to outsiders kept them in deadly silence – an upturned chair, a broken coffee mug and papers strewn about the floor cautioned that this was not a place for merriment right now.
The small crowd looked from the poor girl to the man near the door on the other side. Unspoken tension ruled with a mix of anger, fear, and anguish as the worn out looking man peered at the crestfallen witch with tears in his very eyes.
Shaking his head slowly he turned from his rooted spot to face the open door and left the now quietly sobbing girl in his wake.
The soft candlelight was reflected in the tears of the lady, their own hearts breaking at the sight.
"Remus…"
It came as a whisper but in the dead silence everyone heard it as if it were yelled. As the front door was heard closing tears leapt to their eyes while the young woman doubled over and cried harder, arms wrapped protectively around herself.
"Remus…!"
Her now black hair fell in front of her face, obstructing the view of the onlookers at her contortedly torn face. The old house rang with her sobs and even old Mrs. Black knew enough to let this girl have her silence.
Mrs. Weasley took the hands of her youngest daughter and friend, pulling them out of the saddened room with expectations of Harry and Ron following her lead.
Once out the girl's hearts broke more while the boys looked away as Nymphadora Tonks fell to her knees in the middle of the now empty room, choking on her own tears.
The only sound to be heard in the historic house was the repeated name of a frightened man, uttered from the mouth of a broken woman.
Again, sorry for all and any grammatical errors. (Is that a word? I think it is…but I'm tired so I can't think straight.) I tried to make it sad, and I reiterate the fact I'm not sure if I captured what I wanted to capture. It was supposed to be sad and I hope it was, even if just a little.
Anyway,
Tid Bit Information Time!
I'm fairly good at a Spanish accent. And that the Oreo Cookie game is VERY fun.
Hope you enjoyed!!!
Love you All
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