There was so much pain. So much blood.
She winced at the flashback.
So many tears.
She gazed at the starry night sky. It was a beautiful night. She hesitated. After all, wasn't it the ultimate insult to God? Did she deserve such a perfect night? Maybe she should wait until a stormy, cold night.
What went wrong? She still had her perfect friendships, she had a loving boyfriend, and the perfect homelife. And then it was disrupted. By that evil, vile, disgusting...
These weren't good thoughts. You can't die with negative thoughts. You have to think happy.
Had was the key word. Now one of her friends was insane. In Azkaban. His mind had been infiltrated, torn apart, sending him into a bloodlust in which he killed her other best friend. Her boyfriend had been killed at the hands of his father. Her family... here a silent tear fell. She had killed them herself.
Never calling, always at The Burrow, never at home, no contact, no I love you when she left for the train. She always assumed they knew she did.
It left a gap, for a sneaky, conniving rat like Pettigrew to slip in and finish the job.
"Oh yes Mr and Mrs Granger, of course, she'll be back in your arms like *that*. I'm sure she loves you, she just needs to express her emotions more freely. Being part of our *ahem* select group will ensure that she does."
And what did she express? Fear, loathing, disgust. Anger. Rage.
And now sadness. Too late, again.
Well here she was. They wanted her? Too bad. She stood up, brushing the dust off her nightgown.
Lyrics from some muggle song floated in her head.
"They'll never take me alive..."
She stepped up to the edge
"Even if I tried to go back I'd get lost
And everything I seem to love I done lost"
And she just fell
She winced at the flashback.
So many tears.
She gazed at the starry night sky. It was a beautiful night. She hesitated. After all, wasn't it the ultimate insult to God? Did she deserve such a perfect night? Maybe she should wait until a stormy, cold night.
What went wrong? She still had her perfect friendships, she had a loving boyfriend, and the perfect homelife. And then it was disrupted. By that evil, vile, disgusting...
These weren't good thoughts. You can't die with negative thoughts. You have to think happy.
Had was the key word. Now one of her friends was insane. In Azkaban. His mind had been infiltrated, torn apart, sending him into a bloodlust in which he killed her other best friend. Her boyfriend had been killed at the hands of his father. Her family... here a silent tear fell. She had killed them herself.
Never calling, always at The Burrow, never at home, no contact, no I love you when she left for the train. She always assumed they knew she did.
It left a gap, for a sneaky, conniving rat like Pettigrew to slip in and finish the job.
"Oh yes Mr and Mrs Granger, of course, she'll be back in your arms like *that*. I'm sure she loves you, she just needs to express her emotions more freely. Being part of our *ahem* select group will ensure that she does."
And what did she express? Fear, loathing, disgust. Anger. Rage.
And now sadness. Too late, again.
Well here she was. They wanted her? Too bad. She stood up, brushing the dust off her nightgown.
Lyrics from some muggle song floated in her head.
"They'll never take me alive..."
She stepped up to the edge
"Even if I tried to go back I'd get lost
And everything I seem to love I done lost"
And she just fell
