It was a picturesque setting. The sky was a mellowed indigo, enticing the first wisps of moonlight, the ocean a ruthless azure. Faintly, from a distance, the wind whispered its hopes and the birds answered with despairing caws. It was the perfect scene, marred only by the looming shadow of a lighthouse, tall and proud despite its obvious age.

It was no longer used, not since the inhabitants of the nearest settlement had either died from a particularly vicious strain of dragon pox or had moved to the city in search of treatment. No, the structure was now a mere monument to be seen and speculated about – but it was hardly deserted. There stood near the lighthouse a lone red headed woman, one Miss Ginevra Weasley; she would stare out onto the ocean, reflecting on her past, waiting for her love to return home whilst trying in vain not to cry.

She wore a white dress, for her hope and her bleakness; the thin fabric billowed around her, a stark contrast against the crimson of her hair. Occasionally, a hand would push back locks behind her ear, or wipe away at her eyes. Otherwise, her gaze never strayed from the appalling waves which ripped Draco Malfoy away from her tender touch, not leaving behind even a body to mourn over.

In that moment, in the dream, it was as if I could see the decision behind her eyes, and I knew what I had to do.

The above is an excerpt from the autobiography of Ainsley Maddock, detailing his inspiration for Final Moments, a painting depicting the famous death of Ginevra Molly Weasley.


This was written for the The DG Forum's OSS Challenge, where members are allowed to choose one entry from our One Sentence Story thread and write a 300-word drabble, including the sentence. Mine was post #1203: There stood near the lighthouse a lone red headed woman, one Miss Ginevra Weasley; she would stare out onto the ocean, reflecting on her past, waiting for her love to return home whilst trying in vain not to cry.

It's the first extremely descriptive piece I've ever done. If you enjoyed it, or even if you didn't, please leave me some feedback. They're like my crack.