Disclaimer- Harry Potter etc. belongs to J.K. Rowling, and no profit is
being made from this work.
AN- Sad! Tissues out! I'm hoping for this prologue to have quite an impact. This has nothing to do with my other stories; the idea just hit me one lunchtime when I was on my school field. Dedicated to Amy Patil, you're great at cheering me up, and that is what I need after writing this fic!
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The rain poured down. The sky was overcome with malicious clouds and the bitter wind flew around, callous and insatiable.
Two figures stood at a gravestone, both clad in mourning black.
"Read it Hermione," Ginny whispered.
"Ginny…" Hermione said in sympathetic empathy.
"Please, Hermione: just read it," Ginny insisted icy tears racing down her cheeks.
Her own eyes bright with un-shed tears, Hermione Granger cleared her throat and read-
"Here lies Harry James Potter,
Son of Lily and James Potter,
Beloved of Ginny Weasley,
Best Friend to Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger,
Family member to the Weasleys,
Godson to Sirius Black,
Hero of Us All"
Hermione finished, tears now running freely.
"It's beautiful," Ginny sobbed.
"Who wrote it?" Hermione asked in a whisper.
"Dumbledore, he wrote it." Ginny said, "Now he's dead too!"
Hermione struggled to hide her own anguish as she comforted the younger girl.
"Its just not fair," sobbed Ginny, "Why now?"
Hermione couldn't answer Ginny's questions, for she was asking them herself, as were so many people. She put her arm around Ginny's shoulder; Ginny broke away and ran off through the rain.
"Ginny!" Hermione called about to run after her.
"Leave her," Someone said grabbing her arm. Startled Hermione looked up into the ashen face of Ronald Weasley.
"Ron? When did you get here?" She asked the redhead.
"I just apparated," He said. Like Hermione and Ginny he was clad in black.
"What will we do?" Hermione asked forlorn.
"We'll do what Harry would have wanted and get on with our lives, rebuild what Voldemort has destroyed." He said, neither of them hesitated to use Voldemort's real name now. Harry had insisted against it.
"So many have died, Remus, Neville, Dumbledore, Percy and…" She broke off, sobbing.
He rested his hand on her shoulder, tears streaming from his own eyes. They stood there in silence for what seemed like an age.
At long last he said, "Voldemort's gone."
"And so has Harry." She stated
The Boy Who Lived: lived no longer.
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AN- I know that was quite short but the first chapter will be longer: the next chapter is set about five years after this one and eventually (perhaps the first chapter) you'll find out exactly what happened and how both Harry and Voldemort are dead. Sorry if I depressed everyone. Please review and tell me what you think.
AN- Sad! Tissues out! I'm hoping for this prologue to have quite an impact. This has nothing to do with my other stories; the idea just hit me one lunchtime when I was on my school field. Dedicated to Amy Patil, you're great at cheering me up, and that is what I need after writing this fic!
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The rain poured down. The sky was overcome with malicious clouds and the bitter wind flew around, callous and insatiable.
Two figures stood at a gravestone, both clad in mourning black.
"Read it Hermione," Ginny whispered.
"Ginny…" Hermione said in sympathetic empathy.
"Please, Hermione: just read it," Ginny insisted icy tears racing down her cheeks.
Her own eyes bright with un-shed tears, Hermione Granger cleared her throat and read-
"Here lies Harry James Potter,
Son of Lily and James Potter,
Beloved of Ginny Weasley,
Best Friend to Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger,
Family member to the Weasleys,
Godson to Sirius Black,
Hero of Us All"
Hermione finished, tears now running freely.
"It's beautiful," Ginny sobbed.
"Who wrote it?" Hermione asked in a whisper.
"Dumbledore, he wrote it." Ginny said, "Now he's dead too!"
Hermione struggled to hide her own anguish as she comforted the younger girl.
"Its just not fair," sobbed Ginny, "Why now?"
Hermione couldn't answer Ginny's questions, for she was asking them herself, as were so many people. She put her arm around Ginny's shoulder; Ginny broke away and ran off through the rain.
"Ginny!" Hermione called about to run after her.
"Leave her," Someone said grabbing her arm. Startled Hermione looked up into the ashen face of Ronald Weasley.
"Ron? When did you get here?" She asked the redhead.
"I just apparated," He said. Like Hermione and Ginny he was clad in black.
"What will we do?" Hermione asked forlorn.
"We'll do what Harry would have wanted and get on with our lives, rebuild what Voldemort has destroyed." He said, neither of them hesitated to use Voldemort's real name now. Harry had insisted against it.
"So many have died, Remus, Neville, Dumbledore, Percy and…" She broke off, sobbing.
He rested his hand on her shoulder, tears streaming from his own eyes. They stood there in silence for what seemed like an age.
At long last he said, "Voldemort's gone."
"And so has Harry." She stated
The Boy Who Lived: lived no longer.
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AN- I know that was quite short but the first chapter will be longer: the next chapter is set about five years after this one and eventually (perhaps the first chapter) you'll find out exactly what happened and how both Harry and Voldemort are dead. Sorry if I depressed everyone. Please review and tell me what you think.