She stood softly, on the snow coloured ground. All dressed in white. With her red hair around her. All dressed in white, on the snow coloured ground.
Her brother was buried here. She knew that.
But it wasn't him she was seeing today.
No it was a tragedy that had happened to suddenly, so violently. That it still shook the world today. How could they? They were heroes weren't they?
No. She would think, they were not heroes. Not to themselves.
He was a murderer. (Or so he thought.)
Your not. Your not. Your not.
And they were two, and they were never far behind. (They just couldn't be.)
Don't follow him. Don't follow him. Don't follow him.
And so here she stood, in front of three graves that were dug themselves. She had no flowers, she had not tears. She had only words. Such perfect words.
It was the hero and his sidekicks. He had gone, and there they followed. The golden trio. All together, all lined up.
So she chose her words carefully, not to insult. Not to harm. Just to let them know. When Ginny Weasley is buried, she would not be next to them. No she would not be part of their trio.
She would be buried a little off to the side, trying, following, and begging to be part of them. But she would never be. They were the golden trio. And even though he promised that he loved her. Promised that they'd be forever together. Even though he married her. She knew, oh how she knew. She'd always be just the little sister.
Because he was a murderer. (Or so he thought.)
Your not. Your not. Your not.
Because they were two, and they were never far behind. (They just couldn't be.)
Don't follow him. Don't follow him. Don't follow him.
And she would, forever be. The tag-a-long. The 1st year who had to be saved.
She falls. She falls. She falls.
So when Ginny Weasley is buried, it would be engraved on marble stone.
Flaming Angel,
With fire and ice combined.
Forever stand with us.
Forever not far behind.
Little sister, do not fall.
But fly.
Decided to go on a oneshot spree;; ok so only 3 :) so what? Hope you enjoyed. Review? please?