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030. Death

Tears were streaming down her face in rivers. Her nose was running and she was finding it difficult to breathe.

"Oh Merlin," she whispered. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop crying.

Someone was saying something in the background, though she couldn't listen.

An arm was put around her shoulder and she turned her head slightly, Hermione. Seeing her made even more tears come rolling out.

"I'm so sorry, Gin," Hermione whispered. Ginny flung her arms around her and started sobbing into her shoulder while Hermione patted her back.

The talking in the background stopped. It was her father.

"He was a good man, Ginny." Ginny nodded into Hermione's shoulder.

"I can't do this, Hermione, I just can't," she looked at her with tears in her eyes.

"I'll be right next to you, Gin, but they need you to do it." Ginny blew her nose and tried to wipe the tears out of her eyes.

"Mrs. Malfoy?" We're ready for you now." She nodded her head slightly while Hermione grabbed her hand. As they entered the room, Ginny suddenly stopped still.

"Oh Merlin, oh Merlin. No," she sobbed.

Now it was undeniable.

"Oh Merlin, Draco, no." She shook her head while releasing Hermione's hand. She walked up to the table which his body was lying on.

His already pale face was paler than it should ever be. His eyes were closed and parts of his face were swollen, tinged slightly blue. She couldn't look away, yet she couldn't look at him. Tears started to cloud her vision.

"No, no," she kept on chanting." Hermione came to stand next to her and held her hand again.

"It's not fair," Ginny whispered. "It's just not fair." Hermione hugged her and carefully guided her out of the sterile room.

Outside there was a bench, on which they had been sitting on earlier, and sat down, once again.

"He was a good man, Hermione," Ginny repeated the words Hermione had said earlier.

"I don't think I can live without him," she whispered while shaking her head, her eyes pouring out endless tears.

"He was such a wonderful father. He always had time for our children. He was. Our lives were never boring. There was always something to do." If it was possible, more tears would have flowed, but there were already so many coming out.

She tried to wipe the tears away, but they were replaced with new ones. She curled up into a ball, or at least as much as possible.

"I don't want to, Hermione," she sobbed. "He was their hero. He was my hero," she whispered.


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