Disclaimer:Do not own, if I did I would go to the English country side and drink a nice cup of lemon grass tea with honey in it, and have a peaceful and no stress week or two.
Note: This is a story about Fred's death and a perspective from fem!harry.
He died.
He died with a smile.
To the touch he was still warm and his laughter rang in my ears, almost mocking.
You know its just an shell of what was, and yet you still hope it will be once again.
I still expect him to jump up with a goofy grin and say 'gotcha!'.
The atmosphere becomes too much.
His face becomes too much.
My existance becomes too much.
So I walk away.
~~~~~cold~~~~~
Numb.
All the emotions leave me, like the cork on a wine bottle, what ever was holding it all in pops out, everything is draining away until all that remains is, finality.
~~~~~cold~~~~~
"...let, violet, VIOLET!"
I turn around to the voice owner, the battle changed survivor.
"Hey, Neville."
I try a smile, but it only looks forced.
He smiles weakly with sad eyes.
"You okay? Where you going?"
"somewhere I need to go"
"whe...don't do anything rash."
"I won't, I just...Neville,you know the snake? If you see it promise me you'll kill it."
"what..?"
"promise me."
"I promise. Don't do anything rash ok?"
He leaves, and I am relieved.
Three began it and three will end it.
And I'll keep my word.
Since anything destined isn't rash, is it?
~~~~~cold~~~~~
I see green and fall.
Cold, that's all I feel.
Will I join him?
~~~~~cold~~~~~
I finshed it, came to the end, killed it.
But I still feel empty.
The trial are a distraction but doesn't fill me like he did.
~~~~~cold~~~~~
I'm sick and I don't know why.
I feel empty so all I do is eat and sleep.
Whats wrong with me?
~~~~~cold~~~~~
I have the light that he had in me.
And I'm no longer cold.
