My first Harry story. Go me. ^ ^ Anyway, Harry's a bit bitter about the Ministry's involvement (or rather lack thereof) in his parents' deaths, and he's generally not a happy young man. It's written to Pink Floyd's 'When the Tigers Broke Free', which is about the death of Roger Waters' father in the Second World War, and is a very sad song which I thought would fit quite well with Harry's er…displeasure about things relating to his parents' untimely demise. ^ ^" Anyways, please R&R. Please? I'll lend you my Blaise and Draco plushies…^ ~ Cheers!! ^ ^
~When the Tigers Broke Free~
by Belladonna Sinistra
It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black 'forty four.
When the forward commander was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn.
And the Generals gave thanks
As the other ranks held back the enemy tanks for a while.
And the Anzio bridgehead was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives…
Of course I know how my
parents died. The resisted Voldemort, and he killed them. But why? It just
didn't make sense. But then I found out that they had been working for the
Ministry at the time, as part of the front rank against Voldemort, which
doesn't make sense either. Why, then, didn't anyone help them? Why weren't
there guards or something? Surely the Ministry didn't put all their faith
simply in Peter Pettigrew's ability to keep a secret? My parents weren't the
only ones who died, though. Voldemort knew whom the Ministry had out in front,
and he killed them, too- the Boneses,
the Smiths, all of them. And what did the Ministry do to help them? Why, not a
bloody thing, of course. I suppose it was just pure luck that Voldemort was
destroyed when he tried to kill me. A Ministry victory, all for the price of a
few hundred ordinary lives…
And kind old King George sent Mother a note
When he heard that father was gone.
It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll,
With gold leaf and all.
And I found it one day
In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away.
And my eyes still grow damp to remember
His Majesty signed with his own rubber stamp…
The Ministry sent the
Dursleys a note when my mother was killed. Huh. As if they'd care. It was quite
nice, really, a little roll of parchment, with gold leaf and all. I was looking
through a drawer of old photographs in the Welsh dresser one day, and I found
it. I read it over a few times, marvelling at the consideration of these
people. Then I noticed that it was just a copy, and that Fudge hadn't signed it
at all, he'd just stamped his name in the corner. My eyes filled with angry
tears, and I crumpled the letter in my hand…
It was dark all around.
There was frost in the ground
When the tigers broke free.
And no one survived from the Royal Fusiliers Company C.
They were all left behind,
Most
of them dead, the rest of them dying.
And that's how the High Command took my daddy from me…
I wonder what it was like on that night? I know it was winter when it happened- a dark, frosty night when the tigers broke free. I know, from what I heard when I was near the Dementors, that my parents tried to fight back, tried to stop Voldemort, but he killed them anyway. From what I found out later, no-one who was part of the Ministry's front rank survived that night. He went from house to house, killing everyone inside, and no-one even tried to help. They were all left behind, the ones that weren't already dead just left there to die, the fallen and the slain, abandoned in their time of need. And there you have it, dear reader- that's how the Ministry helped Lord Voldemort take my family from me…