based on 'grapevine fires' by deathcab for cutie.
Disclaimer: i am not j.k rowling. i'm not making money for this. none of the characters are mine
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The attacks were getting worse. Nightly even. We had to get out. I knew it; Drake knew it; Blaise knew it. It was just a matter of how. It wasn't that we were afraid to fight for the cause, but when both sides want you dead it gets hard to find the happiness that we so longed for all of those years ago when we became rogue.
Italy. That's where we will go. Italy. That's the first time we had a real conversation without wanting to kill each other. It was an amazing sight to see Gin and Drake smiling and having a real conversation without wands involved. We will die. They will kill us in Italy. We know that and we accept it, as long as we're together.
We left late last night. No apparition. We flew; it was easy we're good fliers. Standing on top of this hill now, the sunrise obscured by the smoke, we watch the grapevines burn. But we stand tall and proud, hands clasped, waiting for the time to come. My mark burns, I know Blaise's does too. Ginny knows. She always knows.
Blaise breaks off to apologize to his parents. Drake and I stand illuminated by the sun and encased by the salty breeze of the ocean and the musky smell of smoke drifting up from the vineyards. Blaise kneels in between his parents graves, bowing his head and conjuring flowers. He knows he will not see him after, but that is okay with him as long as he says goodbye.
I turn at the feel of a hand on my shoulder. Gin tells me its time, tells me that they're coming. I know she's right. She always is. Drake is staring pensively at us, his eyes dark with love and recognition of the acts to come. He opens the bottle of wine that we poisoned. We would not let them destroy us. I feel Gin break off and dance over to him and around him. 'It is our anniversary. We will not let anything damper it. We will have a good time and dance and drink wine and when they come they will find us. And they will be prepared for a fight. But we will not give them one. no we will be the masters of our fates. That is why they are mad. We would never let anyone control us.' That is what Ginny said when she stole the bottle of wine and the paper cups. And that is what we are going to do. There is nowhere I would rather be.
I pour three glasses. We will not drink them yet. Oh no, not yet. I stand up and dance with Gin. Music or no we know the rhythm. She spins into Blaise's arms and slowly dances with him for a few moments before dancing by herself. Blaise joins me under our tree. We planted it when we were very young. It is sacred to us. It is where we will rest for eternity. I watch Ginny dancing and I know then and there, there is no place on this horrid planet I would rather be than here in this cemetery, with my loves waiting for that perfect time.
I love dancing. I always have. But right now it feels so empowering. I'm dancing and laughing in a cemetery waiting to become part of the earth that made me who I am. I fell as if I am dancing upon everything everyone has taught me, what they all think I should do. Drake and Blaise are the most powerful wizards and I am the most powerful witch on this earth, but there is no reason to fight any longer. Our world has been corrupted irreparably. So yes we will die but it will not be in vain. I feel a breeze whip my hair around my face and look out to the blazing grapevines. The fire catches another town on fire. I walk towards my loves. This is it. They are coming for us. Seeing my boys sitting under the tree that we have made so many memories at, I sit between them overlooking the world. We won't toast. There is nothing to toast to. We sit and we drink our wine. And the last thing we see is the world burn away.
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