you're flesh and blood, give it up, go
Disclaimer: All credit to JKR
Written For: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry – prompts at the bottom!
Word Count: 392
The green light consumes her like a blanket.
She does not know who casts the spell.
(She does not care.)
She is floating —
Up, up and away, and it shocks her, the mere feeling —
(Of freedom, because she is free, and for the first time, the freedom is hers to take, hers to keep.)
(She drifts.)
She enters a place that shines with an ethereal glow of luminosity, a hazy light that fills the space around her.
And space becomes a simple concept, and she becomes a mere fragment of all that is, a tiny soul flying high amongst the thousands of other travelling individuals.
Because Death is a mere gateway, a point in the road to travel from one existence to another.
And the afterlife is not as she expected — instead of swallowing her whole, reducing her only to the weakest, innermost pieces of her core, it releases her, frees her from the burden of life — a life where she was forced to contain her true self, where she was barricaded from the rest of the world.
And as she floats, a new feeling takes over — pure, unadulterated bliss.
A dusty pink dawn rises above her, illuminating her surroundings, and for the first time, she sees the world in all its virtuous glory.
For a second, she is thrown back, plummeting down into the place she was always forced to call home.
But she is there and not there — she sees, she hears, but she is just a part of the air now, an unguided soul that drifts from one place to another.
And she examines the scene — her oldest brother, the gentle swaying of his auburn hair the only movement present in the still, still room; his lover, the blonde boy who had brought so much trauma into their lives; and her second brother, her Aberforth, the unwavering horror still etched into his young face. The wands are still gripped in each of the trio's hands; but they are immobile, eyes drawn only to the small figure situated amongst all the burning chaos.
Finally: her own body, lying motionless in the centre of the room, her blonde hair fanning out around her head like a halo.
And she smiles.
For others, Death may be an ending, but for Ariana, it is a beginning.
Prompts:
Assignment #10, Muggle Music, 2. It's Raining Men — The Weather Girls, task #2 (write about something happening for the first time)
National Photography Month: 1. Abstract Photography — use no dialogue whatsoever
Cocktail Corner: Pink Grapefruit (colour) pink, (emotion) bliss
Writing Club:
- Character Appreciation 30. (plot point) death in the family
- Disney Challenge: Songs 1. Circle of Life — write about someone finding their place in the world
- Book Club: Eddie (AU) Afterlife!AU, (word) nightmare, (word) forgiveness
- Showtime 2. The Bishop (colour) silver
- Emy's Emporium 16. Inter-family rivalries — write about a fight between siblings/cousins
