22/07/2011
The Unknown
Walking into the unknown always was a bad idea, she mused, but then she was an unknown herself, so maybe it fitted. She was Lisa Turpin, 'a quiet, sensible girl, always helpful, never rowdy', well maybe she wanted to leave her mark on this world, maybe she wanted to be rowdy, be loud, do stupid things. And she was, in a way, by wandering into a suspicious looking, seemingly never ending black tunnel. But, she reminded herself, no-one knew she was coming down here, so how would they remember her? Oh well, it's too late to turn back now, she'd already stepped into the darkness. Her feet echoed through the tunnel, sounding hollow and unwanted.
Then she saw it. 'It' was a small lantern, hanging from a bracket on the wall; she hurried over to it, glad to have some form of light that was different, more comforting, than the light from her wand. Therein lies her mistake, in her haste to get to the all-important, in her opinion anyway, light, she failed to notice the crazed woman sneak up behind her, and club her around the back of her head.
When Lisa awoke, it was to the harsh light of an interrogation room. The woman who had knocked her out, you see, was none other than Ginny Weasley, the only Weasley girl, who the famous Harry Potter, the-Boy-Who-Lived, was infatuated with. Apparently, Lisa was now being charged for the capture and torture of said crazy lady, who had vanished twelve weeks previously, and had in fact been captured by Death Eaters, but who cared about little things like that, when you had a person to blame who had no-one to stand up for her?
So, two days later, Lisa was shown the catalogue of places where she could be hanged, and was asked to pick her favourite one. In a stunned stupor, she chose one in St. Bees, with a nice view of the sea, she had always loved watching the sea, it calmed her, with its' relentless continuality. You knew that the sea would always be there, its' waves lapping the shore long after everyone here was long gone.
It was ironic, she supposed, that the person she had idolised was Tom Riddle, the inquisitors had caught onto that fact and used it against her, who knew he had become Lord Voldemort? But she had idolised Tom because he was a person who had overcome all opposition, and background, and not only survived being a half blood in Slytherin, but had come out on top, being Head boy, and leaving Hogwarts with a gathering of friends including Malfoys, Lestranges and Blacks. She only wished she could have done the same.
When Lisa died, it was after the great Harry Potter had defeated Lord Voldemort, and she was honoured by the presence of the entire Weasley clan, Hermione Granger, and, of course, Harry Potter himself. It wasn't really an honour though, she supposed, as they were the ones who had petitioned for a hanging, rather than a swift beheading, or even an 'Avada Kedava!' But no, she reminded herself, one should always be grateful to those who come to your funeral, even if they do shout abuse at you as you swing from a rope, with a backdrop of the sea where they would throw her.
Even when they do that.