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Title: The Funeral Summary: A sibling reflects on her brother and her own life Rating: PG for a few swear words. A/N: R/R please. This is my first HP FF so tell me if there is ANYTHING I need to improve.
Fiona stared down at the casket. It was hardly believable that her brother had died. She swallowed hard as she remembered the last thing she told him. She told him she wished he'd die...and that he should burn in hell. Oh how she wished she could take all of that back.
Sure, all siblings have fights, but she couldn't even remember what the fight was about. All that she could remember is that it tore her and her brother apart. She gently rubbed the spot on her arm where her brother had hit her.
She choked back tears before looking up at her father standing next to her. He had an absolute blank look on his face. The only emotion could be seen in his eyes. He seemed pleased, he was trying not to smirk. God how she hated him! He was the one that who caused her brother to go insane. Drove him to hide from the world, to starve himself...to death. God how she wanted to kill him right then and there! That bastard deserved to die!
She then tore her eyes away from her father to look at the small group of mourners. She then realized that her mother was missing. Her mother was never at home, and now she didn't even show up for her son's funeral. She always stood by while her father beat both her brother and herself. She shuddered and gently stroked the bruise on her cheek from her father. She wished both of her parents would fucking die!
It was her turn to see him before the closed the coffin and buried him. She got up there and began to cry, a few tears falling onto her brother's face. She wanted to see him open his eyes, to breathe, to live again. She'd miss her brother, Draco Malfoy
Title: The Funeral Summary: A sibling reflects on her brother and her own life Rating: PG for a few swear words. A/N: R/R please. This is my first HP FF so tell me if there is ANYTHING I need to improve.
Fiona stared down at the casket. It was hardly believable that her brother had died. She swallowed hard as she remembered the last thing she told him. She told him she wished he'd die...and that he should burn in hell. Oh how she wished she could take all of that back.
Sure, all siblings have fights, but she couldn't even remember what the fight was about. All that she could remember is that it tore her and her brother apart. She gently rubbed the spot on her arm where her brother had hit her.
She choked back tears before looking up at her father standing next to her. He had an absolute blank look on his face. The only emotion could be seen in his eyes. He seemed pleased, he was trying not to smirk. God how she hated him! He was the one that who caused her brother to go insane. Drove him to hide from the world, to starve himself...to death. God how she wanted to kill him right then and there! That bastard deserved to die!
She then tore her eyes away from her father to look at the small group of mourners. She then realized that her mother was missing. Her mother was never at home, and now she didn't even show up for her son's funeral. She always stood by while her father beat both her brother and herself. She shuddered and gently stroked the bruise on her cheek from her father. She wished both of her parents would fucking die!
It was her turn to see him before the closed the coffin and buried him. She got up there and began to cry, a few tears falling onto her brother's face. She wanted to see him open his eyes, to breathe, to live again. She'd miss her brother, Draco Malfoy